Fargo vs Holiday Trailer

I went camping last weekend, in a tent. Apparently that's the way it used to be done, but around here, people think you're crazy if you're not in a holiday trailer, especially with kids. And I have to say, tenting it was not ideal with a two-year-old and a five-year-old, especially when there is a fire ban and more mosquitos than you could ever imagine. This was my first camping trip in about five years, mostly because I swore I hated camping, but I actually enjoyed it. We went with my sister-in-law and their holiday trailer and I discovered how nice camping can really be in a holiday trailer. I left the weekend thinking it would be really awesome if we could get a holiday trailer of our own but then I realized why we are one of the only people in our neighborhood without one. . . the Fargo.

I don't have a holiday trailer because I have a plane. And I have to admit, as much as I thoroughly enjoyed camping with the family, it was nothing compared to flying. There's nothing like being up in the air, looking down at the ground, knowing you're doing something that relatively few people can do. How many people can actually wake up and say, I think I'll go flying today. Or look up at the sky and think, wow, it's a good day for a flight, I think I'll go. And as much as I hate the Fargo (and I don't really hate her, she just needs some more horsepower), she allows me to do that. I think I'd jump in a little red wagon with wings if it could get me airborne.

So, my sister-in-law can keep her holiday trailer, and hopefully she'll allow us to come and mooch off of it every once in a while, because I'm not about to give up my plane in place of convenience when camping. If it meant I'd have to sell everything just to keep my plane, I think I would. I'd walk to work in forty below if it meant I could fly when the weather warmed up, because nothing beats the feeling of soaring over the rest of the world. Besides, now that my mosquito bites have gone down, tenting it wasn't all that bad.