It’s been hot here in central Texas, hotter than a whore on nickle night at the cat house. So when the rains and cool weather came – without terrifying winds – we all enjoyed it immensely. I can’t tell you how wonderful it has been to wear pants and long-sleeved shirts for the first time in over six months.
So there I was, sitting at the computer in cozy sweat-outfit bliss, trying to catch up on email, etc. while listening to the soothing plip-plop of soft rain on the roof.
Then I heard a SPLAT-SPLAT. Huh, I thought, that drip was louder than the others.
I start to go back to my Facebooking typing when I had a second thought (yes, two in less than a minute – we wouldn’t want to tax ourselves).
Uh-oh… My mouth dropped open as my head snapped up and my focus zeroed in on the drips coming from under the entertainment center. (Feel free to insert a stream of your own dirty words.)
The RV sprung a leak, again, and in almost the same spot as last year. Some of you may recall the time when the windows let in rain. Thank goodness I was home this time, too.
While it feels at times like the Universe is conspiring against me lately with several RV issues happening all at once and myriad other things which you’ve likely been subjected to enjoyed reading, the Universe also seems to provide (sometimes) at the same time: The rain stopped while we spent . . . → But wait, there’s more! : While enjoying the rain I learned I live in a sieve.
Not long ago, I wrote Ten Things You Must Know Before Buying A Used RV. Consider this post the sequel.
To Tow or Not to Tow, that is the question.
Two dear friends of mine, J & V, are embarking on the same journey I’m on. They’ve just bought an RV, are selling their house, and hitting the road as full-time RVers.
Yippee!! You can not imagine how excited I am for them! I truly love this lifestyle and highly recommend it.
Naturally, they have questions. Curiously, they’ve asked for *my* advice.
Huh. Perplexing, isn’t it? Well, with displays of such bravery so early on, I know they will surely succeed in their grand adventure.
J wrote to me…
…we are getting ready slowly but surely. Tell me your experience if any with a tow car?
It occurred to me (belatedly, as most things do) that future RV owners and readers may be equally curious about dinghy towing, as it’s formally known, or getting a “toad” as it’s colloquially known. (The following obviously doesn’t pertain to those who’ve opted for a fifth-wheel trailer, or Class B vans/RVs. Or those of you who don’t plan to ever RV. Feel free to go to the next post now.)
How and why I decided to get a tow vehicle.
Well-meaning people, most of whom have never RVed let alone full-timed, will tell you to get a moped, or bicycles, or just rent cars everywhere you go. Don’t listen to them unless you’re just a weekender or short-term RVer.
. . . → But wait, there’s more! : What you need to know when deciding to tow a vehicle behind your RV.
Long-time readers of this blog may vaguely recall, and new readers might like to know, a while back I started a series called “Ten Things Tuesday” wherein I would post Ten Things lists on Tuesdays (yeah, a complex concept I thought of all by myself). In the first posting Ten Things To Do When Bored At Work, I promised not to be consistent. In that I have succeeded.
For Ten Things Tuesday (on a day that’s probably not Tuesday), I present Ten Random Observations from the Road.
Views like this provide for lots of peaceful time for thinking.
After being a full-time RVer since July of last year, I have learned quite a few things about myself, others, and places. Particularly how different the atmosphere can be in a town compared to the one in northern California in which I spent most of the last 30 years. That said, the following observations are probably of no interest to anyone but myself.
1. Most every one I meet is really nice, chatty, and helpful. Especially in the smaller towns. And after spending the last three months in Texas, I can assure you “Southern Hospitality” is no myth. It is alive and well in Texas, a state I am quickly coming to love.
2. I’ve learned I prefer small towns with populations of 30,000 to 100,000 people. They also usually have my favorite stores: Trader Joes, Target, Fry’s Supermarket, Starbucks, Pizza My Heart (or similar good pizza), Walmart, a health food store, and cute shops.
3. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Ten Things: Random Observations From the Road
For the first time in my adventures, I’m about to tell you of an “attraction” I will never again go to. Nope, it’s not Mexico.
Not far from the border of Mexico, is the small town of Felicity, California, the self-proclaimed “Center of the World”.
The Center of the World?
After a long road trip to get there, my rig/house guest (who has long since returned to their day job) went in and asked to use the bathroom only to be told by the non-too-pleasant greeter it would cost three dollars. The owner, with whom I had a separate conversation, quoted me five dollars – with a similarly unfriendly demeanor. Our experience was unpleasant, to say the least.
Skip this “attraction” – we did. My poor friend really had to pee, but we felt it wasn’t worth prolonging and compounding the bad experience we’d already been given by being charged for it.
All you need to know is EVERYWHERE is the true Center of the World. Wherever you are at any given moment, even right now while reading this post, you are on the center of the world.
Two Blondes in Mexico
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : The Center of the World, and two blondes in Mexico.
After owning my first RV for about eight months, I have compiled a good list of things to look for when buying a used RV.
(For my non-RVing readers, feel free to skip this post.)
When buying a used RV, go to a lot of RV shows. See all of the options available and decide what you want or need.
While the title says “Ten Things”, there are likely many more than ten things you should know before buying a used RV. Below, I’ve included about 15 things to check before buying a used RV or motorhome.
First, it was a LOT easier to get one than I thought. The folks at See Grins RV were great with helping me choose a motorhome, and with financing. But before you start to think this is a commercial, know that my mention of See Grins is unsolicited and not compensated. (In fact, they don’t even know I’m posting this.)
These tips, many from kind fellow RV owners, were immensely helpful to me when buying my first RV. Some I have come to discover on my own.
Here are some things to look for:
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This post is a mish-mash of the highlights from the beginning of my new year, much of which seems like an episode of the Twilight Zone.
I’m not able to post as frequently as I’d like since I’m on the road in remote locations. My internet is spotty and electrical hookups aren’t always available. That’s what boondocking is like. And you all know how I feel about the boondocking.
Ladies and Gentlemen, next stop The Twilight Zone…
Caution: Reality Ahead (but it only *looks* like reality)
A house guest, I have one.
For a few weeks. Holy Shatner! I can’t believe it, either. This one seems to be a very good one. One who cleans up, and helps around the rig with BBQs and hooking up the new toad. We are heading toward Arizona for a couple weeks before my house guest returns to their home state. [The name of said house guest is withheld to protect their reputation (notice I didn't say 'to protect the innocent') because associating with me might, well, you know, not be good for someone's reputation. Besides, we're still trying to decide who is the Gypsy and who is the Tramp.]
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves. Allegedly.
Everyone has been asking, “How is the cat doing? Does she like the RV?”
It has belatedly occurred to me I should probably include Checkers, my RV co-pilot, in more of my posts.
To answer your question, she likes the RV just fine. As long as it’s not moving. When it’s stationary, she spends much of the day sleeping in the puddle of sunshine streaming through the windows on to the large dash.
A closeup of my co-pilot sleeping on the dash, what she does when she's not reading maps. Which is always.
But the minute I start the Ford V10 engine
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Announcer’s voice: While we await the return of the Sacred Laptop with the Sacred Photos of naked men and Sacred Videos from Kernut’s trip, she’ll share a few tips on boondocking. Regular posts with photos will resume shortly. No posts about naked men will be missed. Ever.
Ten Lessons in Boondocking, or Ten Things I Learned Camping in Slab City
What is this? A “Ten Things Tuesday” post?
Yeah, yeah. I know. I haven’t done one of these in a while.
It’s probably not even Tuesday.
Boondocking: To stay in a recreational vehicle in a remote, often rural, location, without connections to water, power, or sewer services.
This Glamper (Glamper: a person, often female, who likes “glamorous camping”) learned a few things over the three weeks she spent boondocking at The Slabs, aka Slab City. (The place where the guy died when I was there.)
Mainly, that I like electrical power.
Lesson One: Power. Power is important. Don’t play that DVD when the clouds are coming in at night or you’ll drain your house batteries before your solar panel (as in singular, uno, one) is able to recharge them. Waiting for the sun to recharge your batteries takes a lot longer than you think. This means no power all morning, too.
It sucks to be totally out of power on a cold night and morning. Mittens and a beanie are my new best friends. Yeah, I look hot in the morning.
Two: If you ignore Lesson One,
If you don’t share . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Ten Things: Lessons in Boondocking
The song may say otherwise, but I assure you London Bridge is not falling down. I stood on it.
If it can hold me up, I’m sure it’s fine.
But back in the early 1960′s the bridge was falling down, unable to hold the increase in traffic over the previous 130 years.
The City of London decided to put the 130-year-old, busted-up bridge up for auction. The founder of Lake Havasu, Arizona, Robert P. McCulloch, won the bid with a cool $2,460,000 in 1968. He then spent another $7 million to bring the London Bridge to Lake Havasu – brick by brick. It took three years, and it was then reassembled over Lake Havasu.
A video view of London Bridge at Lake Havasu…
They put a little English Village next to the bridge. Probably so it wouldn’t feel homesick.
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : London Bridge is not falling down, and there are lighthouses in Arizona, but no fog.
I needed one for my RV, so I made one. Bumper sticker available at my Zombie Life Is Good Store for under $4. (click photo to go to store) http://zazzle.com/kernut*
The Great RV Roll-About Begins…
While continuing my efforts to pitch The Great RV Roll-About to anyone who might listen, I pumped the TV station’s film crew for info and tips. They said I should make some videos first, then pitch it to the TV station.
Ok, I can do that. So with my usual brilliance of forethought and planning, I’m starting The Great RV Roll-About by traveling to the hot bed of funness known as St. George, Utah.
Yup, I really thought it through.
Since mere months ago I was on my way to Hell in a hand basket, I thought I’d finish the job by heading for the hottest part of the country on September 21. At the same time as the Senior Games start and every person over 50 with an RV is in town.
There I go again with the thinking and the planning.
Actually, this is the first major thing in my life that isn’t planned. Case in point: When I was in my late teens I decided I would get married at 27. No, I didn’t have a fiance or a boyfriend of any note. That was just “The Plan”.
Yeah. It never happened. Not only did it not happen by age 27, it hasn’t happened in the many years since.
As Patty Punker put . . . → But wait, there’s more! : I’m On The Road And Headed For Hell