Gravity is a contributing factor in nearly 73 percent of all accidents involving falling objects. ~ Dave Barry
We got ready to leave Seguin in record time Wednesday morning. Heidi stood in the road, giving me hand signals as I pulled the RV off the soft pea gravel pad. The truck tires were humming.
By the way, it turns out they really are supposed to look like circles. The one that looked more like an egg had a bolt in it.
Anyway, I eased out and made a fairly sharp right turn and that was it. There I sat.
It was a mystery.
Heidi got in and gave it a try. I said: The tires on the RV aren’t rolling. That comment pretty well sums up all of my diagnostic and mechanical skills.
Did I mention that it had rained for 6 straight days? It was so muddy – over the ankles type muddy – that Heidi had climbed in the truck bed from the driver’s side and cross hooked the brake-away cable. It’s amazing to me that that tiny cable works.
It worked. I turned right, it pulled left and the brakes locked. In a brief moment of panic, we called the RV repair shop next door and they sent a fellow down to push the plastic plug back into it’s box. He told us to attach it with the lock on the hitch in the future. That way it’s centered. Well OK, then.
So we headed out for the Texas bayou. I drove. It was a surprisingly uneventful trip. When we arrived at our destination, we spent 30 minutes practicing backing into the first spot we saw (we were told on the phone to pick a spot and then find the park host and register).
You know how it’s always harder to do something you’re just learning with an audience watching? In an RV park, you always have people peering out their windows. And if you’re two women with a big rig, a small crowd generally gathers.
We were finally almost parked when the folks next door came home and the 3 children decided to become our new family members, offering tons of helpful tips.
Before we could unhitch, Miss Dale, who had been feeding the ducks, drove up and asked what we were doing there.
We explained. Then she explained that the site that was ours for the next 10 days was 44 not 52. That was fine since we clearly need more practice parking and 44 was way down at the end. When we got there we found it was serving as a temporary parking spot for extra vehicles.
No problem. We said we’d wait in the cul de sac for the owners to return and move their trucks and cars. It was only then that I mentioned to Heidi that our carefully duct taped crackled window had apparently blown out (in mostly) somewhere along the way. (This isn’t something you share with someone while they’re making 15 attempts to back into a spot).
We spent the next two hours with gloves and a tap hammer and a 3 step stool: first knocking out the remaining tiny pieces of glass and then picking up everything that didn’t fall directly into the garbage bag I held under the window.
By the time Coast Guard Nick returned to move his car, we were a little weary. He offered to park the RV in it’s new slot and we were happy to say yes, since we didn’t really have another 30 minutes to practice backing up before dark.
Nick made it on the first try. We unhitched and headed to Home Depot for something to tape over the window since a storm was on the way. Plexiglass was heavy and expensive but I found some lovely bright lavender foam (we already had the yellow duct tape).
Kind of goes with my shoes, don’t you think! 🙂
RV repairs are scheduled for the 20th. You know how it is when you see a really beat up car in the parking lot and you park far away from it just in case? Believe me, folks see us coming and give us a wide berth!
Personally, I just blame it on gravity.