all the misfits are here in peggy's cove

We have a pretty streamlined entrance and exit process for parking the R.V. and the Honda.  Cap'n John whips that bus into the campground, we register and locate our spot, disconnect the Honda and Cap'n John backs that 40 foot RV like butter.  He hops out, checks for obstructive branches or whatever and within 2 minutes, it's leveled, the slides are out and he's pulling out the folding chairs and powering up the stereo, ready for relaxation.  Marla Truex Jr. and I park the Honda and then go for a long potty walk to get her ready for our next adventure.  Here at this lovely beachcomber RV park in Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia there are 2 very colorful RV folks who made our first night quite memorable. 

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Ours

Fockers triple dog dare water and electrical get up

I shall introduce you to Focker.  He and his RV are  on the passenger side of our RV.  There might be another person in there, but we have yet to see him / her.  He pulled in few minutes after we did.  While we were already in our chairs having beverages, he was scuttling around his RV doing this:
Washing the entire front of his bus with his pristine blue bucket and mop; hooking up his portable water softener (canister in blue),  hooking up his electrical cord to power with 2 adapters; and then yelling to someone inside "INITIATE DRIVERS SEQUENCE!"  At that point, the slides slowly eek out, timid and with trepidation.  As soon as the DRIVERS SEQUENCE commenced, the inside vacuum started up and the entire RV was vacuumed for at least 45 minutes straight. 

Later on, after we took a drive around the coast, we returned and started a campfire.  Mind you, all sites here have fire rings and most all campgrounds strongly encourage a nice, end of day heartwarming campfire.  Well, not the Fockers.  As soon as Cap'n John started the fire, Fockers window SLAMMED shut WHAM, and then a brisk and hostile horn beep "BEEP!" in campfire defiance of our renegade and aggressive campfire ways. 

We continued on with our beverages, Marla Truex Jr. asleep at John's feet on the outdoor bamboo rug, when creeping up in between the two opposite rows of campers comes HAS NO CLUE MAN.  Granted, it was very dark and they were unfamiliar with the campgrounds, but this driver had no clue on how to back up his fifth wheel.  Of course, we were directly opposite his site so for the 30 minutes he was back and forthing and starting over and back and forthing, his headlights were glaring directly into John's eyes.  He ended up taking his Sox cap and pulling it down over his eyes!  
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