Everett and I retired to full-time RV-ing with the intent of taking our time and traveling slowly. However, this policy causes great aggravation for all those family and friends who stress the virtues of “making time” and traveling “efficiently”. These are the folks who plan carefully to minimize bathroom breaks and fuel stops. The ones who consider it just plain lazy not to get from the Maine border down to central Florida within 4 days. We drive them crazy.
First, we’re the type that plan to leave on Wednesday, but get invited out to dinner Tuesday night. Obviously if we’re going to stay up late Tuesday, we’re going to sleep in on Wednesday, so let’s make plans for Wednesday evening and head out on Thursday morning. Of course after sitting for 5 months at a workamping gig in NH, the brake problem we thought we’d fixed in May turned out NOT to be fixed. A frantic phone call to a dear (and mechanically inclined) friend, several hours and much labor later, we were deciding to spend one more night in NH. I’m not going to even go into the electrical problems we had that night. Suffice it to say that we learned an RV’s electrical cable can be connected to the shore power outlet but partially disconnected from the internal RV connection. And it makes quite a show. (Thank you for the lesson, Tom!)
Which means we left around 10am on Friday, TWO DAYS later than originally planned, but rested, relaxed and confident that our equipment was in good shape.
“When are you getting here?” asked our dear Aunt. “When should we expect you?” asked our Florida RV Park owner. “You’re still in WHAT state?!?” asked a friend.
Which made it hard to explain that we were going to spend two nights in Thomaston, Connecticut (barely 200 miles from Conway, NH) so we could ride the pumpkin train.