Meet Cobo.
Cobo is the hobo wall hanging being held by my husband in the above pic. Cobo was given to my parents by a neighbor who found him at a flea market/yard sale, I have no idea. This was in the late 70s. He is made of a hardened foam type material.
My Dad repainted him and hung him in the back window of every RV he owned since then. Kind of like a traveling nomad sort of thing when we went on long vacations. I called him Cobo, since he was a hobo and I probably heard Cobo Hall on the news, which is a large convention center in downtown Detroit. I was probably five.
Fast forward to 2007, when we bought our first travel trailer, an older model Holiday Rambler. We visited my folks, long retired to Florida and no longer camping. My Dad gave me Cobo. I cried. He safely made the flight packed in my suitcase, thank God. I placed Cobo in our trailer until we moved it to South Dakota, and now he hangs in our fifth wheel that we use for local, weekend trips here in Michigan.
My love for camping is because of my Dad, who loved the outdoors. I never dreamed, when I was 7 and bouncing along the highway in our motorhome, that Cobo would someday join me all these years later on my camping adventures.
Thank you, Dad.