RVs

Trailer Life, Volume II

So far we’ve only had pleasant encounters at RV parks. I’ll admit we were a bit worried when we started out–mainly because we tend to visit the gayer parts of the more liberal cities. Guys decked out in camo vests, Navy enthusiast hats, and ‘going into the marsh’ boots usually don’t hang out there.

But they do hang out in RV park offices, especially when it’s so freakin’ cold outside. So freakin’ cold that when we pulled in at 10pm to a sign reading, “Hoses will be pulled and water shut off at 8pm,” I screamed a little on the inside. You can’t shut off my water! People don’t live without water! Seriously.

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391 Miles, Ours

Also at the rest stop between Columbus and Billings were some very interesting signs. One said that rattlesnakes had “been observed,” and warned rest stoppers like us to stay on the path. Because rattlesnakes, apparently, hate paths. The other warned not to drink the water because of nitrites in it. IN ALL CAPS AND BOLDFACE ,THE NOTICE WARNED NOT TO MAKE INFANT FORMULA OUT OF THE WATER. This possibility was further precluded by the fact that said nitrite-laden water was turned off. More boldface: “Medicinal hand gel is available.” I found it in the soap dispenser. Ami didn’t.

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Trailer Life Volume I

Last night it was dark and late when we pulled in at the RV park. We hooked up the water, lit the pilot light for the heat, worked on the website, and went to sleep. The sleep of the anesthetized.

So this morning we worked on learning all the systems. It took us hours to figure out the hot water, for example. I have to give Ami big kudos for “butching up,” as she put it. She handled most of the grubby jobs, including draining our grey and black water holding tanks. Yuck.

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Our New Home Away from Home

I giggled the whole way home from Lyman, Washington, where we picked up our trailer tonight. The idea that a big city kid like me was holding the title for a travel trailer–absurd.

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Putting the Dyke Back in RV-as-a-Verb

Bill’s trailer had the right price–cheap, but I started to be wary when he led us back on the highway. We followed the sound of the Harley, his leather jacket with the full-back eagle patch, and the American flag that whipped along from its perch on the bike seat.

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