Friday, December 13, 2019

Santa comes early for us. The Quail arrives!

Our Quail arrived last night....in the middle of the night.  (well, to be completely accurate, 7:30 p.m., but since we usually go to bed at 6:00 it was the middle of OUR night.)

It was well worth "staying up late for."  (We know you aren't supposed to wait up to see Santa, but this one time we made an exception).  HO HO HO.

The driver was very professional and friendly.  Set up the battery, spare gas tanks, etc.

He was carrying five units.  All were larger than ours.  We had chosen the smallest size the company makes (the body is 4 foot by 8 foot).

We asked him if he delivered many in that size, and he said it was his first.  He said ours got all of the compliments on the way down from Wisconsin.

It is exactly the size we want.   The sleeping compartment is 4 foot by 6 1/2 foot.  A little smaller than a double bed, but that suits us fine.

Doesn't this sort of look like Santa's sleigh filled with TearDrops for good little girls and boys?  All bright, with lots of cheery lights!






The photos below show the reason we wanted the smallest size Teardrop.  We envision ourselves on these kinds of windy, steep, and narrow mountain roads, like the ones pictured below in Death Valley we were on last April.  Some roads we know about will be even tighter than the ones pictured below, so the smaller the better.

It only weights 850 pounds, so can be towed easily by our "Rat" (i.e., the Toyota off-road 4Runner).

We love being out in the desert, but found tent camping to be too uncomfortable.

Now we don't really have to unpack, set up,  or spend two hours re-packing to move to another spot.  No more blowing up an air mattress, moving all of our stuff into the tent, trying mightily to get up off of the ground in the middle of the night, worrying about whether the wind is going to tear our tent apart and about staying dry if we get a rain, cooking on a Coleman stove that's sitting on the ground, etc.

We can just park the Quail, put down the levelers, set up the lawn chairs, open a bottle of wine, and enjoy our solitude in the middle of nowhere.  
 





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