BUT--and there's always a but--the new hitch seemed to have moved on the trip home and my driver decided it would be best to get it welded to the tongue before we left on Thursday morning, So we were an hour later starting for Wisconsin than our camping buddies.
When we hit highway 151, which would take us most of the way to our destination of High Cliff State Park on Lake Winnebago, we encountered real bumps in the road. This has to be one of the worst stretches of highway in the U.S. Dreary weather didn't help. But we finally arrived late afternoon, checked in, and headed to fill up the fresh water tank. The service guy at the dealer told us to keep an eye on the gauge and not to overfill. The gauge is inside so I went to unlock the door. No matter what direction I turned the two locks, I could not get it open. Butch tried with the same result. Now, in case you don't know, a nice new travel trailer doesn't do much good if you can't get into it. A call back to the dealer resulted in several suggestions, but it took several more tries. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. So something for the list.
Got to our site and when I opened one of the slides, it ended with a loud crack. The Coleman lantern night light that I have had for twenty years had jiggled out of the outlet on the rough road and rolled behind the slide--SMASHED to smithereens! We've found some other glitches but mostly love our new abode--especially two comfortable chairs, more countertop, built in space heater/fake fireplace, and larger bathroom. The bed is comfortable and the jack supports make it very stable.
Thursday night, we enjoyed Letha's scalloped potatoes and ham and Ken's fresh asparagus. Friday we took a long hike--this is a beautiful park and my sweet potato stew was finished off with Harriet's blueberry rhubarb crisp, with ice cream of course.
Yesterday, Ken and Harriet had the first day of the "Masters in May" barbecue contest in Appleton so we had to eat leftover BBQ chicken, ribs, brisket, and pork, cooked by competitive chefs, for supper and we bravely suffered through. Afterwards we had movie night in our camper, accompanied by soft rain on the roof. As Harriet says, "It only gets better from here!"