Little Adventures
Not everything goes the way you expect them to and certainly
not the way you planned. But such is life
on this blue-green planet. Sometimes we
push the edge of physics with the stuff we have invented. This was our experience on Wednesday as we
approached Red Bay. We knew from having
communicated with many other Tiffin owners that Camp Red Bay, aka The Tiffin
Service Center, could easily be filled up and we would have to dry camp, aka
boondock, when we arrived and got into the queue for service. With this in mind I wanted to have a full
fuel tank before beginning our boondock so we could run the A/C off the
generator, aka genny. On the way into
town I found an old gas station/restaurant that serviced logging trucks and
pulled into their two pump island and filled up.
On the way out our Rand McNally GPS device, aka Randy, gave
us a bad U-turn set up that began to take us out of town on small, narrow
country roads. Thinking myself smarter
than Randy, I looked and found a left U-turn I thought I could make. I couldn’t.
I didn’t see a chain link fence that suddenly rose up to prevent me from
completing my U-turn. The back end of
Phaeth and all of Hope were across the road. We had effectively stopped the
flow of traffic. Granted this was
country traffic and we were blocking it nonetheless. Thank God most country drivers appear to be
accustomed to the encounters such as this and were very patient. The residents of Red Bay and its environs probably
have this problem on a regular basis as newbie motor home drivers make their
way to the Mecca of Tiffin.
Remember that I can’t back up with Hope, aka a toad, connected
to Phaeth so we had to jump out and disconnect in order for Phaeth to back up
and get enough room to complete the turn.
However, because of the extreme angle, Hope was reluctant to detach and
it must have been a funny sight of this old man sweating buckets, pushing and
pulling a Jeep Wrangler Sport from its front bumper getting hotter and redder
in the face as the radiator of a big diesel engine blew hot air down on
him. Luckily I remembered the tension release
devises built into the towing arms and the reluctant arm let go. Joanie jumped in Hope and put on the brake so
it wouldn’t roll away. (Maybe that is the
grand finale that the audience was waiting for – watching the old man running
down the road side trying to get his runaway Jeep.) Well, sorry folks. Within 30 seconds we had cleared the road and
waved a quick thanks to a half dozen or so followers of our adventure.
I am learning the limitations of driving our house.
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