Art and Rachel

Ohhhhh.  The big day.  The day Art and Rachel GOT The Beast.  The 30-something foot long 5th wheel trailer with 3 slide outs they’d been wanting.  Complete with the brand new truck to pull it. 

They live up a really skinny, curvy, long, dirt, mountain road, so getting it up the road into their driveway was a great accomplishment.  And, it only got one scratch in the process!  Phew!  It’s home!  It’s ours!  Yahoo! might have been some of the words they spoke.

But, when I got the phone call from my mom saying…”Did you know Art and Rachel got a 5th Wheel?”  “Yes, I was with you mom when they called you and you and dad were so excited for them that they and you had to all be on speaker phone so you 4 could celebrate.”

“Well, they had it for 24 hours.”


That is past tense.  Had it for 24 hours.  Had is the operative word here.

Let this one go down in history as one of the BEST Art stories EVER.

Now, Art (and by default, Rachel) is known for the ridiculous situations he gets himself into.  And all have led to some great story telling years later.  And, to relive them with Art causes you to laugh so hard you’re crying and grabbing your stomach because you’re pretty sure your laughing muscles might just tear apart.

Like the time he and 3 friends were volunteering for a fundraising walk and were in charge of the port-a-potties.  2 of the friends were driving down the street towing the trailer that carried the (full) port-a-potty.  Art was in the car behind.  With a walkie-talkie.  Something ahead of him began to look off kilter as he watched the trailer become disconnected from the truck to which it was hooked.  “10-4 You’re Loose” cracked through the walkie-talkie to the unknowing truck driver as the port-a-pottie veered erratically to the side of the street bouncing up into someone’s yard.

Or, the time he was driving 70 down a California interstate in his 80’s van when his young son thoughtfully pulled up the lever that reclined the driver’s seat.  Art and his seat flopped down flat.  Remember, Art was driving.  70 miles per hour.

But, now, for the story to top all stories.  Complete with pictures:

Art.  And The Beast.

Shortly after this picture was taken, Art and Rachel (on Rachel’s birthday), hooked the new truck up to the 5th wheel to move it to another place on their property.  The story goes, as I’ve heard it through the grape-vine, that when Art tried to back up the 5th wheel, it wouldn’t move!  He got out to assess the situation, determining that the brakes on the 5th Wheel were locked because he had pulled some lever when hooking up the truck. 

So, he pushed the lever.  And hadn’t set the emergency brake on the truck.  And was in the bed of said truck.

The whole situation started rolling.  Down the driveway.  Toward the house that they’ve completely remodeled in the past few years, including the two new bedrooms above the garage.

Art jumped out of the bed and missed being run over by the 5th wheel by 6 inches while Rachel stood by witnessing the whole thing.

This is what they noticed first.


That car in the back was the Yukon.  The Yukon is now totaled.  It was parked where the truck is now.  The wood on the left was the garage door.


Yukon:  Left.

Truck:  Right.


Yes, this would be the other side of the garage.

And, remember the bedrooms?  They are above the garage…thank goodness, that on top of this whole mess, the beds didn’t fall through the floor, as Rachel was dreading.  Yikes.

Mostly, it’s not funny.  But because it’s Art, it sort of is.  But, mostly, in about a year or two, when he can laugh at it, we will all be rolling on the ground in hysterics as he re-tells his 24 hours with The Beast.

Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday, Rachel!

– The Goat Cheese Lady

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.
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