Today was travel to Seattle day. We like to call it, "Travel to Seattle Day". Ingenious, no? Anyway, as we retracted the slide, it was jambing a little and stuck out about an inch. We couldn't get the slide to come in all the way. I even asked it nicely. Somehow, it managed to scrape some of the rubber coating into a ball on top of the slide roof. We put it back out. We trimmed what peeled and tried again. It's so out of whack we couldn't get it to go in all the way. I think some of the weatherstrip is damaged now from it coming in all crooked. We tried so many different things. In the meantime, Jim stepped in shit. Life just isn't complete without a little shit on the sneakers. Anyway, finally, he made some adjustments enough to get it closed all the way. We secured it with the tether straps and began the journey.
We're behind our schedule. We'll now arrive after dark. I hate that because we have to use lanterns and flashlights to setup. Sometimes it's so dark we can't see the site numbers.
We stop off at a rest area. Jim walks the dog and steps in shit. Yes, again. This time on his boots.
Next rest area stop, we decide to have lunch. As I get the food set up, Jim smokes a cigarette while walking around the RV and notices that on the driver's side, the wheel skirting is broken off. We can't find any impact damage. It looks like it came loose, and then broke in half. Now it's real attractive looking.
We've named the RV "Rolling T.U.R.D. (Torn Up Road Demon)".
Here's some photos from the day's drive.
In the photo above, the frost made everything pretty.
In the photo above: Should we pass? We did, successfully.
We arrived at "Blue Sky RV Park" in Issaquah, Washington (outside Seattle) in the dark. There's about 30 of those nylon inflatable Christmas things around the park. It's really nice to look at. You know, the ones with the fan running inside it, and they're lit up from within? Really impressive. It was too dark to take pictures of the park, I'll take some tomorrow. The park is also terraced so all of the sites are staggered up and down. The highway is very close but since the park is heavily wooded and up higher, we can barely hear it. Yay, a nice park so far.
We grabbed the lantern and it won't work. I recently replaced a bulb in it. One of the 8 batteries leaked. We'll deal with that later. We set up, and here I am. Sigh.
I so sorry Jim. I really am. But I have to confess I was really hoping for "Turd Time's the Charm". I couldn't help it. I'm going to hell.
ReplyDeleteBut I'll be giggling like a lunatic on the way, if my response to today's entry is any indication...
Part of why I love to read of your (mis)adventures is because hubby and I have this "dream" of retiring someday and being the old RVing retirees, no home to return to aside from the homes of our children... touring the country...
ReplyDeleteYou help me see some of the realities we will have to face when the time comes!!
Gawd, I sure feel for you guys. If it's not one thing, it's another. Glad you're able to take it in stride. Besides, you're making friends with lots of repair people across the country.
ReplyDeleteNow, let's hope you can find some sweet tea in Seattle. (At least you can find coffee.)
Liz, it's still fun, despite the terrible things. ||sigh||
ReplyDeleteGarret
aborovoy, I've just given up on the tea. I'll just have water, or I'll ask for iced tea and see if I get offered a choice.
ReplyDeleteGarret
Glad to see you made your destination, at least partially in tact. Rhonda Byrne would have you look at how leaving little bits of yourselves all around the country will fortify the country and make you one with it. Okay, I just made that up, but I was thinking of Rhonda's use of harnessing positive thoughts and energies to work for you. Still, a good wheel skirt is hard to find.
ReplyDeleteLove and kisses from Casa Hice!
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE you guys! Your mis-adventures make me feel as though my chronically out-of-control life isn't really that bad. I am so sorry you are finding all these day to day struggles that are a pain in the ass, and cost money. Your RV should be called the Mobile Money Pit. Hugs and kisses (for you and Jim), and ear scratches (for the fur-babies) ~
Pearl