Homeless
Posted 10-13-2009 at 05:59 AM by LookinForMayberry
DH discovered a hydraulic leak from the engine as we were stopped at a rest stop, driving southwest from Cedar Falls. We camped in Grimes, and he made an appointment to get Freightliner to look at it, yesterday.
It was supposed to be less than an hour's worth of work, but there IS an hour minimum.... (Words I've heard before, so many times.)
Well, FIRST we discovered that a mechanic called in sick, so our time slot was moved out "a couple of hours." These things happen. We adjusted. We should be home by four.
After DH backs the RV into the bay and opens the back, he sees coolant spewed all over the interior compartment -- the coolant pan had burst. Okay, so that adds another hour to the estimate.
Skipping past the finer points, while we were taking a walk with the dogs -- through a 40 degree day, glad there was no wind, DH called when things should be wrapping up, only to learn "things were taking longer than expected." Uh-huh....
It was after six when we finally got back to the park -- to find the gates locked and no one in the office. Luckily, DH was able to find a member of the park that could open the gate, and we returned to our spot -- where other "over nighters" were just getting their bonfire party into full swing.
Thank God our site was closer to the highway and the traffic noise drowned out their noise, and the cold allowed us to keep our windows closed, comfortably.
We were only locked out into the cold for seven hours. Crammed into a Jeep Wrangler with two dogs wasn't comfortable, but walks and the library's warmth helped a LOT. (Thank God the library was open even though it was a holiday!)
All the while, I wondered about the people that didn't have an RV to pick up when it was over, and would not have windows to close to the cold.
Thank you, God, for our rolling cabin to come home to, for the heat, for the food in the fridge, and the stove. Bless the poor souls that have none.
Let me find ways to lessen their pains that we may all have homes, again.
It was supposed to be less than an hour's worth of work, but there IS an hour minimum.... (Words I've heard before, so many times.)
Well, FIRST we discovered that a mechanic called in sick, so our time slot was moved out "a couple of hours." These things happen. We adjusted. We should be home by four.
After DH backs the RV into the bay and opens the back, he sees coolant spewed all over the interior compartment -- the coolant pan had burst. Okay, so that adds another hour to the estimate.
Skipping past the finer points, while we were taking a walk with the dogs -- through a 40 degree day, glad there was no wind, DH called when things should be wrapping up, only to learn "things were taking longer than expected." Uh-huh....
It was after six when we finally got back to the park -- to find the gates locked and no one in the office. Luckily, DH was able to find a member of the park that could open the gate, and we returned to our spot -- where other "over nighters" were just getting their bonfire party into full swing.
Thank God our site was closer to the highway and the traffic noise drowned out their noise, and the cold allowed us to keep our windows closed, comfortably.
We were only locked out into the cold for seven hours. Crammed into a Jeep Wrangler with two dogs wasn't comfortable, but walks and the library's warmth helped a LOT. (Thank God the library was open even though it was a holiday!)
All the while, I wondered about the people that didn't have an RV to pick up when it was over, and would not have windows to close to the cold.
Thank you, God, for our rolling cabin to come home to, for the heat, for the food in the fridge, and the stove. Bless the poor souls that have none.
Let me find ways to lessen their pains that we may all have homes, again.
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