So, we're going to Yellowstone tomorrow, right? And I was supposed to pack the motorhome with food and drink and coats and all that happy horse poo, right?
Well, taking the motorhome was contingent upon a friend of ours being able to caravan up with us. He's got a travel trailer, he was going to haul it with his six-passenger pickup truck, and we'd drive around the park in that. This would mean that we could just park the motorhome and not have to, you know...drive it around.
Well, friend can't make it. And now I don't know if we're still going to take the motorhome, or do the "road trip in the new vehicle" thing that we tradionally do and get a hotel room. And of course, I can't get ahold of Hubby to ask because he's flying.
I guess I can stage everything like it's going to the motorhome, and then it's easy to just take it out if we're going to.
I'll do that.