Merry Meadows Revisited

We were in Maryland this past weekend for our first official camping trip. And Mike planned it all, which is kind of a big deal. I am usually the travel planner, but when he made a great trip suggestion a couple of weeks back, I told him to go for it and he did. We even had a couple of guests.

Back when my father-in-law, Murph, was still living, the in-laws bought an RV and started camping. After a few years going to various campgrounds, they settled on a place in northern Baltimore County, Maryland. The campground was called Morris Meadows at the time, but it’s now known as Merry Meadows. It was closer to home and they could keep their RV parked on a permanent site. Mom even stayed there after Murph passed. In all, she was a camper there for over ten years! They were always very active residents, made a bunch of friends, and have very fond memories of their time as residents.

We arrived a bit later than anticipated on Friday as I wasn’t feeling well. When we finally got there and were checking in, Lois, one of the campground’s owners, was quite happy to see Mom’s name on the registration sheet.

I drove down to pick Mom up on Saturday morning. She even brought one of her photo albums along so she could visit with Lois later in the day to reminisce.

I think it’s safe to say that the weekend was a smashing success.

The weather was perfect for camping, too. Cool days and crisp, cold nights. There was even a little frost on the ground when I went out early Sunday morning.

It’s hard to see our friend, Zephyr, in that photo. He’s a miniature Australian Shepherd that belongs to a friend who is off visiting her Mom in Arizona.

I took a bunch of pics to share with y’all, but it’s hard to fit everything in when indoors in a somewhat-confined space. If you want to see larger versions, click on the image and then use your browser’s back button to return to the blog post.

 

 

Not pictured are the half bath (to my right) and full bath (in rear-end of coach).

 

 

 

 

 

 

So there you have it. Overall, it was a great weekend. The campground was pretty full, but it’s a quiet, well-run place. We didn’t need to use the bathhouses since our RV has everything we need. And we got to test the systems we hadn’t used, like the shower, dishwasher, and heat.

We are both looking forward to more camping trips so we can continue familiarizing ourselves with our new camper. Most people call big rigs like this “coaches,” but I prefer camper. I think that’s mainly because we did lots of camping when I was a kid and that’s what we always called RVs.

I’m sure there will soon be a few more grand adventures to share. We need to familiarize ourselves with how this camper works, figure out what supplies we need, and get used to smaller-scale living. Retirement for Mike is not that far off.