The marriage of Red and the Camper.
We awoke to a snow covered truck, but it was such dry powder that it brushed off easily and we headed down from Fairplay to Poncha Springs to collect the camper. Our initial excitement turned to nervousness the nearer we got - what if it doesn't fit, how will our truck 'Red' drive, can we live in it, doubts and worries rushed through our minds. After all the planning and research this was crunch time.
As we pulled into Holiday RV there was smoke coming out of the engine - oh god, not now we thought, but the local Ford garage discovered that the dealership had overfilled the transmission fluid and it was leaking and burning - Thanks guys!
Back to Holiday RV for orientation, loading and tying down. There isn't a lot of room for error when, after jacking up the camper the truck is reversed underneath it. Eventually it's all square and central and Yvonne (our dispatcher) was happy, so the jacks are lowered, Dave wipes the sweat from his brow as Red doesn't collapse under the weight and we tie down the camper.
All done, we are set, just us and the open road, what a feeling, a bit like when you'd just passed your driving test and got behind the wheel for the first time on your own - where to go, left or right out of the drive? Who cares, it didn't matter, but we are heading to Alaska, so North, right turn Dave.