And in my dream we named her Olive.
Our neighbor does not like Olive and made sure to tell us he thinks she's an eyesore. I think he's just sour because we parked her right over where he has his pomeranian poops in our yard.
In my head I wanted a camper that was made in the 60's. You know, a cute little Shasta with a mint colored streak down the sides. CUTE. But we ended up with a beige 1974 model and for that we landed a newer structure, more space and that covetted orange and brown interior.