Camping
In 72, Dad had several surgeries, so he was off a lot that summer, and we took advantage of that time off to do some camping. We’d leave early inthe AM, and drive off to one of the small INdiana campgrounds like Pokagon or Lake Shaffer.
We were at Pokagon, I think, that time, and my uncle Frank and aunt Rosie had come up to join us. We had an Apache Ramada pop up camper. It was easy enough to put up that I could do it, saving Dad the strain on his most recent stitches.
Mom, my sister, Frank and Rosie were inside playing pinochle and dad and i were siting outside by the fire, watching the sun go down. Next to us was a vacant spot, and we watched as a couple backed in their little Coleman pop-up, and hastily erected it. It was one of the tiny ones, one bunk only, and no hardtop. They left it attached to their car, and flipped it open.
In a minute or two they were inside and beginning to go at it like rabbits. The camper rocked back and forth with some ferocity.
Me: “They forgot to put the struts down”
Pop: “Yep”
The bunks on pop-ups were rarely self-supporting, but had to be held in place by struts or legs that go underneath. The “proper” procedure was to level the camper with jacks, and then put struts up underneath the bunks when folded out.
In less than a minute, the bunk had collapsed, dumping the couple, naked, still…. mounted, on the ground, less than ten feet from Dad and I.
Dad coughed in surprise, and since his pipe was still in his mouth, blew a perfect smoke ring out of the top of his pipe, which rose, amber and red in the light of the woodfire. The couple stared at us in painful astonishment. We stared right back in amused astonishment.
They grabbed clothing from the camper and jumped into it, hastily and incorrectly closed the camper, hopped in the VW notchback and pulled away.
Mom opens the door and sticks her head out. “Did someone pull in next to us?”
Dad: “Nope”
Dad and I looked at each other.
From that moment on, “putting down the struts” was a euphemism we used for getting laid. Just between the two of us.
I have never told this story to anyone else, ever.
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Greatness.
Bahahaha! Classic!
The lovely wife and I celebrated our 26th anniversary at Pokagon this past weekend. We saw beautiful sunsets and hiked some of the trails. Didn’t observe anyone “putting down the struts” but then we weren’t looking to either.Great story all the same Og.
Heh. Reminds me of a euphemism that came up betwixt our group of friends.
Well, Mrs. G (who was not yet Mrs. G, yes, we’re wicked sinners) and I were, ahem, getting to know each other in the Biblical sense.
In a tent.
Which was completely closed.
And, apparently, was expanding and contracting at a rate parallel to, well, what was happening inside.
The noise was described by our amused friends tenting next to us as “fu-ba fu-ba”. Which of course has stuck to this day…
What a lovely “bonding” story.
On many levels.
Gasp, wheeze, splutter.
Note to self,”do not have a mouthful of coffee next time you start in on reading Og’s blog” LOL
What a great story ! I needed a good laugh !
swmbo
That is hilarious! The code my wife and I use is PT (personal time) something we don’t get much of with two kids and me in school part time.
Great story! Thanks, and it’s good to hear you’re getting back up to speed…..
….. Mr. C.
I think the best part of that is yer ma poking her head out, but that’s just because I’ve met Ogmama.
Brilliant! You can’t make this shit up…well, OK, you can, but it doesn’t ring true in quite the same way.
It’s a great thing to have a story shared between yourself and your Dad that nobody else is privy to. It is the Secret Handshake of Life. I’m glad you chose to share this Secret Handshake with us.
BAWhahahah!! Great story Og!! Thanks for the laugh.
Too funny. I can’t believe you never shared it before now.
Whenever something bad happens to me, I’m going to think “putting down the struts” cause I know it will make me smile.
Fodder, I have 47 years of repressed memories to call up. There were some things that hasppened to me in Reno that I will no doubt blog about in ten years.
Priceless — thanks for sharing! =]
How Funny! When the campers’ arockin…don’t come knockin ! LOL My husband & I have a 1974 Apache Ramada hardside…that we have had 3 yrs and love taking our Grandson camping in !