inaugural camper trip

Brooke, Hunter and I took our new Jayco pop-up camper down to the Worcester Surfcasting Club campground on the Cape Cod Canal this past weekend for our first official camping trip.  My parents were down visiting my Aunt & Uncle, so my dad, who is as excited about the camper as we are, got to partake in the festivities. 
 We hooked the camper up to my dad's Tundra early Friday afternoon and were crossing the Bourne Bridge at 4:30pm that evening.  Within an hour the camper was fully set up and the seven of us were enjoying drinks at our camp site.  After a few rounds of bevvies we packed up and headed to dinner, right down the road at Gert's.  Fried seafood was on our minds, as we were on Cape Cod afterall, and after dinner Brooke, Hunter and I retreated for our first night in the camper.  The three of us squeezed into the king size bed and proceeded to get nine hours of deep sleep, waking intermittently to the pitter-patter of rain on the hard roof of the camper.  In the morning, while my dad and Hunter ran amok around the camp site, I cooked sausage and scrambled eggs over the stove while enjoying a hot cup of Starbucks Sumatra brewed in the stove-top percolator.  This was quite possibly one of the five or ten best breakfasts I've ever had.  Our weekend ended prematurely as the rain moved in and the radar on my phone showed no end in sight.  We decided we'd be heading back down this coming weekend, so we didn't feel guilty leaving Saturday afternoon and heading back home.  It was a great 24 hours, and with a few more weekends planned this fall, Brooke and I couldn't be more excited.