Rose, Flatrock Camp
Flatrock Camp, Island Park Caldera, Idaho: Rose, intoxicated with joy at the simple pleasure of merely being encamped, commendably restrains her jubilant girlish effervescence, exhibiting rather her mystifying Mona Lisa physiognomy. (Why use one syllable when you can blow five?)
(Incidentally, I've found it helpful to carry a cheap torpedo level which I pull out of the cabinet nearest Rosie's door—the tool cabinet, reachable even when she's completely closed up—and put it on the tongue when I'm setting up. In most camps all it takes to level the rig is a few turns of the crank on the jack wheel until she comes plumb. The stabilizers are not load levelers, but these campers are so light that it's no trouble at all to just push 'em around the site until you find a naturally level spot (keep an eye on the level on the tongue), then level her fore'n'aft with the jack wheel. What could be simpler?)
Rose, Flatrock Camp
Flatrock Camp, Island Park Caldera, Idaho: Rose, intoxicated with joy at the simple pleasure of merely being encamped, commendably restrains her jubilant girlish effervescence, exhibiting rather her mystifying Mona Lisa physiognomy. (Why use one syllable when you can blow five?)
(Incidentally, I've found it helpful to carry a cheap torpedo level which I pull out of the cabinet nearest Rosie's door—the tool cabinet, reachable even when she's completely closed up—and put it on the tongue when I'm setting up. In most camps all it takes to level the rig is a few turns of the crank on the jack wheel until she comes plumb. The stabilizers are not load levelers, but these campers are so light that it's no trouble at all to just push 'em around the site until you find a naturally level spot (keep an eye on the level on the tongue), then level her fore'n'aft with the jack wheel. What could be simpler?)