I'm a bicycle event promoter in Northern California. We recently had events on back to back weekends at Whiskeytown Lake, so rather than go home in between, we just stayed out there in our '72 Trail Mite and enjoyed some great weather and some great bike riding, logging 14 nights in our little 13 footer.
Well, on our first night home, in the middle of the night, Kathy nudges me and says, "Would you close the vent? I'm cold." So what did I do? I stood up and reached for the knob, only to realize that the ceiling was a good two feet out of my reach. We had a good laugh in the darkness as we both realized, "Oh yeah, we're home."
I'm sure most of you have had similar "Where are we?" moments.