Fighter Vanessa grabbed me by the scruff of my collar on Tuesday morning.
“C’mon, the sun is shining. Caravans are a selling. Let’s go!”
“No!” Frightened protested. “I need to stay in bed today.” I had run out of one of my pain killers and it wasn’t avaiable for a couple of days. I was terrified of how bad today was going to be. The last thing I wanted to is go driving round the place climbing in and out of caravans.
“Well you are obviously not serious about this Parfait Party thing.” Fighter goaded.
“It will be different when I am actually on the road” Frightened tried.
“Rubbish”. Fighter retorted. “If you can’t be bothered getting out of bed to reach your goal, you don’t deserve it. It ain’t gonna happen magically while you cuddle your pillow.”
Arrrh! I hate it when she is right. Off to Port Wakefield and Pt Clinton I went, to walk around a handful of likely caravans in the flesh. Soooo worth while. On the first day I found out that all the pop-tops on my short list had to go I just don’t have the reach or strength every day to be pulling roofs up and down or beds in or out. I also realised that after a day of climbing in and out of caravans, there are sometimes that I just wont be able to come and go without a lot of pain so a toilet and shower inside is even more important than what I first considered. Also as I looked at different sized caravans I wondered if I would be able to tow one after all.
“That looks awfully heavy and unstable.” Frightened worried.
“Hundreds of people manage to tow caravans everyday.” Said Fighter Vanessa.
But despite Fighters instance that caravans were a viable vehicle, my mind and my heart began wandering back to motorhomes.
I spent the evening and well into the small hours on Gumtree and Trading Post and anything that sold used caravans or motorhomes assessing a big list of vehicles. I was sore and tired, and incredibly encouraged by the fact I driven and climbed all day. But now I was more confused that ever as I drifted off to sleep. Caravan? Motorhome? Caravan? Motohome?
Tuesday was ground hog day.
“C’mon , the sun is shining. Caravans are a selling” Fighter chiming again.
“No! Just let me rest, please.”
“Okay sure. Rest up. No road trip then!” Fighter threatened with a very ‘no-dinner-no-desert’ tone.
“If you are serious though… I’m going back to Pt Wakefield to have a look at this private caravan sale.”
“I sat up in front of the mirror and blew a big childish raspberry at myself and hopped out of bed.
Fighter was right – if I couldn’t even be stuffed getting out of bed to go caravan shopping two days in a row, how did I really think I was going to go sight-seeing and parfait-partying all the live long day?
Off I trotted again with Frightened and Fighter bickering away all day in my head.
“You don’t know where we are going do you?” Frightened asked Fighter. As I threw a u-turn on the highway. “I do… just give me a minute to bring up a map… I’ll have a clue in …just…a … minute.” Fighter responded (she is stubborn as all hell, terrible at directions and frankly a bit of a liar when it comes to stating her level of competence in such things).
Finally we (I?) got ourselves un-lost and found the turn-off to a private caravan sale on a rural property only to be met with a dead end.
“I told you I shouldn’t have come today. This is stupid. I can’t even get in the road”. A road plant had just dumped tonnes soft fresh dirt lumps all across the road ready for grading. “It’s not a strong car, she’s old and needs to be handled gently.” Frightened said. “It’s still a car, it can do this. JUST GO!” my other alter demanded. “Look that car went through.”
“He is a four-wheel drive and about six feet tall! “
“So what… JUST DRIVE THROUGH.”
And we did. Very uneventful ride despite all the drama. I giggled to myself about all the fun I was going to have on the road as Frightened and Fighter both jostle for the decision-making seat. Fun times ahead!
Another successful day of caravan hunting revealed more facts: The crew at Port Wakefield Caravans can automate anything and love challenges, and their Aussie By Design caravans are to absolutely die for! Frightened and Fighter are both properly in lust with this brand of van, although Frightened was muttering something about the microwave being to high and the overall size too big (Lordy girl, give it a rest).
Retiring to my laptop in the evening, still sore, still tired but still pressing on (thank you Fighter, you were right to make me go out again), I began googling a question bigger than the meaning of life… Should I buy a car and caravan? Or a motorhome?
Happy with my two days of road tripping and caravan hunting, but still perplexed, I was about to go to bed when…
… I found it! Well I think I found it. It was old and unexpected, irreverent and a little off kilter. Solid, but not serious. Practical, but with room for personalisation. If all goes well in a few days you’ll be hearing the first of many adventures from Rebs and her vintage Dodgybago! Stay tuned
PS It was lovely talking to the helpful owners and staff at both Aussie by Design and YP Caravans & Custom Annexes . Customer service is right up there with both business even through they sell to very different markets. Together over the two days they taught me many things I did not know.