Since I took up hunting in 1985 I have camped in various places over the years. In Papa's popup camper, in a motor home, large upright campers, motels, tents (brrrrrr!), and even a homemade shelter made of flat panels of plywood bolted together to form a very roomy camp. Around 2002 I finally decided it was time for me to get a camper of my own. What I came up with was a 1977 upright camper, approximately 17 feet long. It was nothing to get excited about then or now, but it provided beds, a sink, a toilet, cabinet space, closet space, and mostly just a warm place to spend the night that I could move from place to place. Since our initial investment in it I've basically just used it without much improvement until now when I've finally undertaken some long overdue projects, such as getting new tires, fixing a soft spot in the floor (right by the door), painting the bumper, and so forth. I had been piddling with it for months until a few weeks ago when I realized just how close I am to hunting season, then I put it in high gear. I've been working on it every spare minute I have. Here are a couple photos.
This is me installing one of the two new tires. There is more rubber on these tires than on any of my vehicles tires!
This is the floor where I've been working on it. Looks messy but it's actually almost done.
Also, unrelated to anything I just wrote, here is a picture of Michael playing catch with his third or fourth cousin from Arkansas over this past weekend, Skip. He is the son of my cousin Margaret (second or third, whatever). She lives in Russellville, Arkansas.
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