I spent a lot of time with someone special this week. Our relationship has faded in the last year, and it’s gnawed at my heart- so I did something about it. I rolled up my sleeves and dove into the dirty work, as one sometimes must do to salvage a deep love. My efforts paid off. You remember Betty, don’t you?
Oh, Betty. Poor, neglected thing. Trust me, we know what a treasure she is. We know how lucky we were to find her. We truly cherish her, but you’d never know it recently. So John and I set aside this weekend to rekindle our love affair with our little cottage-on-wheels. We spent a total of 8 weeks in Betty in 2011, traveling the western United States. I often say that those two months were the “make or break” moment in our relationship: spending that long in a 13-foot trailer could have made us want to kill each other. Instead, we were married the following autumn. You could say Betty played the role of matchmaker.
We are completely out of camping practice (as was evidenced by this camping debacle), but I knew that the first step was to get Betty back into shape. The best thing about traveling in a trailer is that it’s self-sufficient! Loads of laundry were done- sheets, towels, rugs. I dug around the house and garage, cleaning and returning items that live in Betty- French press, pans, headlamps. I washed every interior corner of the trailer, top to bottom, and cleaned every dish and pot and fork.
I became reacquainted with Betty’s quirks, revisited each of her scars. She shows a little wear and tear, but it’s to be expected: she’s 50 years old. I think her “wrinkles” make her beautiful.
By the time I was done, Betty was sparkling and I was giddy. It may as well have been our first date.
And now, it’s time to figure out our menu, pack up the coolers, unplug, and hit the road to enjoy a crisp fall weekend in Utah’s mountains together…with our beloved Betty.