Gasp, groan, gurgle.....we have depleted what little energy we had left. This is truly a test of our endurance. I think we failed. Finally, dragging ourselves home, I find I can hardly walk from one end of the motor home to the other and we are only talking 37 feet! We started out kind of spry. I did pop a couple Motrin before heading to the tent because I knew what lay ahead. It was as expected. Hours on our feet, moving, lifting and putting our stuff from one place to another inside our tent. BUT the job is done! Whoopee! Even though we had worn our legs down to the pelvic area, we staggered around an adjacent field to see their lay out. This field is called The Meadows and many of the dealers specialize
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