Monday afternoon, that was yesterday, I believe, we launched on our first trip in the ‘new’ RV. Before getting underway, however, I managed to break a cabinet door into smithereens when I forgot to close it before closing a nearby slide out. It just snapped that door into a bunch of pieces and made a very satisfying crunchy sound in the process. Thankfully, whoever constructed the cabinets wasn’t overly concerned with quality because most of the breaks were at joints that normally receive glue.
Knowing I was going to be in a bunch of trouble for the damage, I stowed the pieces out of sight, smuggled some glue and clamps to one of the storage areas (where Diane never looks), and proceeded about my business as if nothing had happened. I did a pretty good job of that, too, because I have lots of experience.
We stopped for a sandwich and fuel in Scappoose. Diane is pretty happy with the accommodations.
Everything else went smoothly until I decided to pull over and let an anxious truck driver pass us on a stretch of back road through an unending maze of well-tended fields. Where I pulled off turned out to be a terrible mistake because it was nothing but mess of potholes, the kind where little kids like to play when it rains because it’s like a series of lakes. When I first went off I think we were airborne for a bit before I was able to slow down enough so Diane remained in her seat. She went airborne herself for a bit and was severely cranky because of it. Didn’t blame her. Finally got it stopped and let the traffic go away, then slowly made my way back to the road. Diane made me promise to never to that again.
We had no more incidents on the trip. We arrived at the campground, found our spot, and I’m happy to report that I backed that big sucker perfectly into slot B4. I was so proud that I decided to work on the satellite TV connection so Diane could watch some news.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out it wasn’t going to work. So many wires … There is no broadcast TV, and we do not have a view to the southern sky for the satellite. So, no news.
When we arrived at Silver Falls State Park, it was very pleasant and looked like we were going to avoid the triple-digit temps predicted for home. As the sun dropped, however, the temp went up to the point where we were strongly considered using the A/C unit for sleeping. We didn’t and I’m glad for it because when Ziva got me up this morning at 0530 for a trip outside it was about 12 degrees. That’s a guess. Probably was warmer but it felt cold after all the dire predictions of heat.
Diane cooked a great lunch then challenged me to a game of cribbage. She’s really good a cribbage and had no trouble beating me up. About that time, Ziva decided it was time for a walk so we all went and found a trail along Smith Creek where we could let her off the leash with the hopes that she’d have a BM. She’s shy and doesn’t like folks watching her poop so unloading is going to be a problem for her. She didn’t find a need to do that during our trek, but enjoyed being off he leash.
Along the path we walked were herds of majestic fir trees that rival the red woods we recently visited. The firs aren’t as tall, and they aren’t as big, but they’re still very large and very majestic. It’s humbling to be in the presence of such beauty and makes me thank God for blessing me with eyeballs that work.
As I sit here in my lounge chair, next to the RV, in the shade, I can confirm that the predictions of heat were spot on. Diane said it’s 98 now, at 1703 (5:03 pm). There is a tiny little breeze that feels pretty good when it hits me and evaporates some of the moisture that’s soaking my shirt.
I’m going to stop, now, and see if I can figure out that stupid satellite system.
2 thoughts on “Our Maiden Voyage”
I laugh as I read your story, beginning with the potholes! I fuss at Doug for pulling over & letting people get ahead of us too & it usually is to our determent. They get ahead of us then won’t drive! Drives him nuts, I tell him it’s his fault for letting them ahead of us so now he’s better at it. He just fixed two of our vents in the trailer we had them closed, but when we got home they were open & wouldn’t close, so he had to make a trip to Curtis Trailer for parts to fix them. We didn’t have TV at camp either all we could do was movies, & I’m not a movie fan. One movie once in a while is all I can take. So I went to the bedroom & knitted. But we had a great time. Oh, the weather was 97 degrees most of the time! And we did run the air and the little fans and the big fan! Doug was really hot, I froze to death! He fished with Clinton most every day, didn’t even get a bite but had a good time at it. We checked out the lake where they fished, chipmunks running everywhere, chasing each other all over, we stood and laughed at them for awhile. Really beautiful place, gorgeous trees – Doug said they were white pine. They had reddish bark that was really close together on the tree, just beautiful. So I understand what you meant by God granting you the sight to see these beautiful things my friend. Carolyn
Hi, Carolyn. We have similar camping experiences – one size certainly doesn’t fit all. But, in the end, it’s all good.