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Dear Son of JVP,
I also have memories similar to yours, traveling with my parents and sister in a '57 oldsmobile and a 16ft Aristocrat TT. We always crossed the desert at night during the summer. I remember staying the night in the police station parking lot because of car trouble in Gilroy, CA, not knowing they grew garlic there, WOW what an aroma to awaken to. My parents gave up RVing a long time ago, but they took my sons camping in their motorhome. My oldest son was afraid to go into the camground shower room when he was about 3 years old (even with grandma and grandpa) so my dad bought a plastic tub you mix cement in and that was my son's bathtub for a couple of years. Our 2008 Montana is a long way from camping in the 50s and 60s but life is sure different, too. Anyway, welcome to MOC
Sharon
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