First real trip. We had a list of things that could go wrong and a shorter list of things we'd packed to fix them. The 22RE warmed up in the driveway, the dogs assumed their positions, and we pointed Fozzie at the highway like it was 1986 again.
It made it. Eighty miles, two campsites, one cold morning, zero breakdowns. The fridge stayed cold. The fridge door, less so. The video has the whole thing — the good roads, the bad pancakes, and a shot of Biscuit refusing to come inside.
Everyone should have a Fozzie. Whatever picks you up — a project, a place, a person, a stupid little dream — don't be afraid to follow it.
More episodes coming as fast as we can edit them. If you've got your own Fozzie out there — a project, a place, a stupid little dream — this is your sign.