Somewhere along Interstate 5 California
It is the day we left home to begin our trip to tour the Gulf Coast. I stopped to get something to eat, backing in to a parking space. Only when I got out did I see how close I had come to smashing in the rear corner of the Little House on the Highway. Whew! I must be more careful.
This is not unusual. I have had some close calls early on in other trips which reminds me that I am not driving a car, but a small house. So I vow to be more careful when backing into spots, especially camp spots with low hanging trees, or high posts in back to keep one from going further than the park wants.
If I had made contact and done even a little damage, I'd be looking at it every single day when on the trip which would bother me to no end. Did I learn a lesson? Well yes until I backed into a spot in Florida and narrowly missed a tree by just as close. But I am blaming that one on my first alligator sighting which occurred just moments before.