On a warm summers evenin' in a campground bound for nowhere
I met up with a camper, we were both to tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' at the vistas in the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us and he began to speak.
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of parkin' peoples Montys
And knowin' where their sites were by the way they held maps tight.
So if you don't mind me sayin', I can see you've lost direction
For a taste of your bourbon, I will lead you to your site.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow
Then he bummed a flashlight and asked me for a vest.
And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression
Said, "If you're going to park the Montys, boy, you got to learn to park them best.
You got to know when to back them, know when to turn them
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never touch your hitch pin 'til you've dropped down your fore jacks
There'll be time to hook the power up when the parking's done.
Every camper knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowing what your spouse wants and how they want to park.
Cause every sites a winner and every sites a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to stop before it's dark.
Who can forget that great Kenny Roger's ballad on camping? I can't. But I can add this plug for the 2025 "Parking Team" recruitment effort. That's right, Uncle Monty needs you. Please go to the "Parking Team" thread and sign up at a computer near you.
I can keep this up all day until we get every one signed up.