I’m giving myself 30 minutes to write a quick post in response to email threats about my lackadaisical postings and when the timer goes off, I’m off to get some sleep before another exciting day of turnpike driving!
Once again, it’s been quite a day! After checking with our Company Man to make sure he hadn’t taken such a shining to our sub that we were out of a job, we left Cedar Rapids for Texas Monday (yesterday).
It was a gorgeous day. It took a while to get going, which I’ll write about in another post, so we took it easy and only drove 230 miles from CR to Eagleville, MO. We found the one and only campground in a 100 mile stretch of I35, pulled through and there we sat, sort of.
Hooking up went fine, except there wasn’t any water coming out of the sinks. It wasn’t coming out of the faucets but I could hear it running.
After some great investigative research, I determined that the whirling noise seemed to be coming from the toilet. So I did the natural thing. Flushed it. Yep.
You know how there are two different places you can connect your white hose? Sure does make a difference which one you use!
Fortunately, we’ve only had the 5th wheel for a week and we had dumped at the county park yesterday morning. Also fortunate was the fact that the washer works swell since it was quickly filled with sewer soaked towels and clothes. The bathroom walls wiped down nicely, as did I.
Next came the hour-long futile attempt to get the little MP1 satellite working to watch Dancing with the Stars.
Exhausted, but clean, we gave up on the satellite and heated up a wonderful homemade dinner of meatloaf, scalloped potatoes and Iowa corn on the cob (off the cob) courtesy of our friend, Cathy. We ate dinner on warped red plastic plates (ours) in the laundry room (theirs) sitting on damp towels (ours) after removing the cat (theirs) – the RV park owners have a cat who lived on top of the TV in the laundry room during the day- they took her home for the night.
I’m allergic to cats and somehow thought the damp towel would serve as a shield of protection …
We sat on the broken sofa across from a slightly tipsy trucker who sat on the broken down love seat with a beer in each hand, and we all watched DWTS.
I felt like I was back at the rig already. After all that excitement, I came back to the RV and Google mapped the route for today. I decided to aim for Tulsa but ended up in Paris after a bit of an extended stay in Peculiar.
Just as an aside, I have to say, I would love to live in a town called Peculiar. I thought Why, Arizona was a great name, but Peculiar, Missouri takes the cake.
It also takes a long time to get gas in Peculiar.
Of course, that was mostly because I was in the Semi lane (the truck will accept either size diesel nozzle) but when it was finally my turn, I didn’t have a DOT number to enter to start the pump.
A bit embarrassed, I pulled around and waited at the designated RV pump. I went in to pay, only to find out I didn’t really need a DOT number and should have just pushed enter a bunch of times.
Hey, the whole thing was peculiar to me.
The timer has gone off and I’m off to bed. We drove 555 miles today and had some true adventures. Another 300 should land us in Livingston tomorrow but one never knows.
Having very little pride, I’ll share more details of the past week with you once I get back on nights. If you’re curious, just think of all the things that you’ve ever been afraid you might do if you’re an RVer, and yep – did that this week:
1. towel rack stuck in slide, jamming it completely so it wouldn’t open or close
2. dropped the 5th wheel in the truck bed (UNHOOKING!)
3. couldn’t find a station that sold diesel and ran out of gas
4. hit an orange construction cone
5. back flushed the septic system in my face
6. can’t light the oven
7. had my credit card denied
8. didn’t get a ticket or have an accident, but still have 450 miles to go…
8. too tired to proof read, done for and done in
9. more to come
10. thanks for all your kind comments – I’ll try to start answering tomorrow or the next day
Bob – thought I’d better post and save you a trip down south. Mr A – I should have listened to you!