Fail

This is a pot that I used to make BBQ meatballs sitting and soaking in a hotel sink, the sad result of our first camping effort.

Rolling into the RV park, we realized we were out of our element. We oozed naiveté as we rolled slowly to our hookup site. While William set up the camper, I walked Violet to the playground and the boys took off on their bikes. The kids were all wild to explore and exuberant with the thrill of the first camp site.

Violet hadn’t been playing on the playground 2 minutes when I noticed a commotion in the street. At the center of the melee was my 7 year old, who had followed his brothers in an attempt to jump a speed bump with his bike. It didn't end well. A man had stopped his car and hopped out to hover over the blond lump. Swinging his head frantically back and forth, he ushered William into the office, followed by several other kids including my own. Although I had collected Violet and started for William as soon as I realized what was going on, I couldn’t reach him before they disappeared into the check-in building. I found him mobbed by a convergence of concerned citizens.

Once I identified myself as the mother, I was assaulted with instructions to rush him to the hospital immediately, and the anxious car man pointed at the bump while loudly declaring that the child wouldn't be wearing a knot on his head if he had been wearing a helmet. 

Not. Helpful.

 Scooping the child up and making my escape, I was followed by more instructions to come back and fill out an accident report. By the time I reached the campsite, my arms and wits were shaking.

I patched the patient up with our first aid kit then made a tasty dinner of BBQ meatballs, Brussels sprouts, and baked potatoes. Although the crash victim was absolutely fine, I couldn't shake the effects of the hostility. I needed to relax, so we escaped the camp to go see a movie. Our tickets purchased, popcorn in hand and our foot inside the theater door, William's phone rang. The voice on the other side said, "We have a big problem." We had parked in the wrong spot and there was no way to appease the wrath. We couldn't pay the difference just to stay there - even though we were only parking overnight. William had to leave us as the movie started and head back to camp to pack everything right back up. Since we were only in the spot for one night and since William wasn't interested in starting the whole process over again, he procured a hotel room. 

And this is how our soaking pan of BBQ meatball drippings ended up in a hotel sink. 
First camping night on the road: fail.