This may be one of those too much information posts…
Unfortunately for me, the area behind my aging belly button screams its own song and insists, from time to time, that I dance to its tune. Tire hum seems to encourage activity. For almost 30 years Margo has been a peach about stopping at a moment’s notice and occasionally breaks the law to get me to a restroom or quiet place on the side of the road. With a travel trailer toidy towing 30′ behind our shoulder blades, I was looking forward to no longer having to do so.
But we won’t use the porcelain because on the way there we carry no fresh water in the tanks and on the way back we dump our black water tank before we leave the campground.
It becomes a greater travesty when we pull in to even fewer places because of the combined length of truck and trailer.
Ironic, isn’t it.