Carol Ann and I left home Friday afternoon with our
eight-year old grandson, Jamie, for a short two-hour weekend trip to Jefferson,
TX and their Civil War Days weekend. Before leaving we retrieved the coach from
a motorhome dealership where some minor warranty work had been performed. The
service manager told me that the fuse for the dash A/C had blown but they had
replaced it. It blew again before I got out of the parking lot (I should have
taken that as an omen) but I started the onboard generator to run the roof-top
A/C’s as we drove to Jefferson. I would have the problem diagnosed and
corrected once we returned home.
Heavy rain was forecast but not supposed to start until Friday
night. We had already purchased the tickets so we decided to risk it. We picked Jamie up from school at 2:30 PM and
by 3:30 PM the clouds were black and ugly, the sky was dark, and occasional
drops of rain were hitting the windshield. I was crossing my fingers that we
would reach the RV park and get set up before the deluge began.
I didn’t gas up before we left because I thought we had
plenty for the trip to Jefferson and back. However, just prior to reaching the
RV park I realized that I had been looking at the fuel gauge incorrectly. For
some stupid reason I was thinking that Empty was Full and vice versa. I shut
off the generator to save fuel. Luckily, we were close to the RV park and
within a few minutes were pulling into our camp site. I shut down the engine
and plugged our power cord into the park’s electric service. We were only six
miles from several gas stations and could fill up Sunday on the trip home.
A hard rain began falling soon after we were setup in our
camp site. The rain was hitting the roof hard. It was like being trapped inside
of a drum with a bored eight-year old. But, I had planned ahead and brought the
movie “Blazing Saddles” (starring Clevon Little, Slim Pickens, and Mel Brooks) with
me. What eight-year old wouldn’t like a movie featuring cowboys farting around
a campfire? Jamie thinks fart jokes are the funniest jokes in the world. Well,
I could not get any audio for the movie. The TV sound is routed through a sound
bar, which works fine when watching TV. But for some reason, wasn’t working while
playing a DVD. I tried everything, pushed every button, studied every menu, and
even got out the user manual. No sound could be coaxed from either the sound
bar or the TV speakers. I felt beaten and retreated into the bedroom to prop
myself up in bed and console myself with my laptop while Jamie continued
watching the movie in closed caption. I don’t know how the closed caption
handled the farting. Maybe the First Cowboy said to the Second Cowboy, “Pull my
finger” and the Second Cowboy pulled the First Cowboy’s finger. The First
Cowboy farted and the Second Cowboy responded with a louder fart. A Third Cowboy
said “Who fired that shot?” and a Fourth Cowboy said, “I did,” to which the
Third Cowboy answered, “I thought you farted!” A Fifth Cowboy looked around and
asked if someone stepped on a frog while the Sixth Cowboy blamed it on the dog.
Once the movie was over we all bedded down. Jamie in a bed,
which is lowered from the ceiling over the cockpit, and Carol Ann and me in our
bed. The rain was pounding on the rook and the only light was from my computer
screen (I was still consoling myself) when all of a sudden I was startled by a
figure appearing out of the dark on my side of the bed. It was Jamie. He looked
upset and I asked him if he was OK. “I miss my mommy and I remembered a nightmare
I once had,” he responded. Now all three of us were in one bed. Jamie was in the middle but he kicks the
covers off as he sleeps so for the rest of the night it was a tug-of-war over
the covers.
We awoke early on Saturday morning to have breakfast and get
ready to ride the steam train. It had rained hard all night and was still
pouring down. Our tickets were for the 11:00 AM excursion, which would feature
Civil War reenactments of the Great Locomotive Chase and a naval battle with an
ironclad gunboat on the bayou running beside the tracks. The forecast was for
the rain to end that morning and as we drove into town the rain began slowing.
We had our umbrellas with us and the train ride had not been canceled. We were
ready. Luck was with us and by the time we boarded the train the rain had
stopped and the sun was out.
The train left the station with a full load of riders and
reenactors. The reenactors were to defend the train and join in the battle that
was yet to come. The heavy rains had caused so much flooding in places that
some of the train track was actually several inches under water. Except for the
smoke and the huffing and puffing engine, it seemed more like a boat ride than
a train ride.
About twenty minutes into the ride we arrived at the battle
site. An ironclad gunboat, the Virginia,
was dueling with three cannons that were firing from the shore. All together
there were perhaps half a dozen or more cannons blasting away. We passed by the
gunboat and came upon an encampment where Yankee and Confederate reenactors
were skirmishing beside the railroad tracks. The train stopped and the
Confederates on the train jumped off and joined their Confederate brethren and
helped beat back the Yankees who eventually were forced to retreat. Everyone
cheered (this was in Texas). Between the cannons and the muzzle-loaders there was
a tremendous amount of noise and smoke. It was the best part and most fun of
our entire weekend.
After the train returned to the station we had lunch in a
local courtyard café and then drove back towards the RV park (6 miles south of
Jefferson). We decided to drive past the RV park to take a look at another RV
park a couple of miles further south. One-mile south of our RV park we came
upon a wreck on the northbound side of the divided highway. It appeared that an
18-wheeler had crushed a car beneath it and there were several police cars, EMS
ambulances, and tow trucks working the scene. Traffic was backed up for miles!
It would take us forever to get back to the park! We pulled off the highway and
asked the GPS for an alternate route. It found one that would require us to
drive 28 miles along backroads to the RV park (which was only about three miles
from us). At least we wouldn’t be sitting in that long line of traffic.
When we got back to the RV park, the A/C was not running and
it was hot and humid. My first thought was, “Oh (expletive deleted), now it’s
more than a blown fuse for the dash A/C!” I checked to make sure we were still
plugged in to the park’s power and then I checked the fuses and breakers in the
motorhome. I couldn’t run the generator to help with my troubleshooting because
there was not enough gas in the tank. We had absolutely no power. Nothing
electrical worked. I called my brother-in-law, our go-to person for motorhome
problems, and he finally suggested calling our emergency road service. Instead,
I tried to call a local RV service only to discover they were no longer in
business. I get very agitated when we have RV problems. I get knots in my
stomach just driving the thing. We were sitting outside of the coach, trying to
cool off and remain calm when another camper walked past and politely asked how
we were doing. He shouldn’t have asked, only it was good that he had, because
he told us that the power for the entire park was out due to the accident we
had seen one-mile south of the park.
We learned that the “accident” had actually occurred on
Friday night during the heavy rain. A tornado had touched down almost exactly
one mile from the RV park. It picked up the 18-wheeler and slammed it down on
top of the car, killing the car’s driver. The tornado also destroyed two houses,
knocked down six utility poles, and snapped off or uprooted numerous trees.
There were sheets of metal roofing hanging in the trees near the 18-wheeler. We
could see all of this as we headed home on Sunday. Funny how we noticed nothing
but the truck on top of the car before we learned the cause. We didn’t see the
forest for the trees.
Saturday night Carol Ann asked Jamie if he was going to
sleep in the bunk. He told her that he was still thinking about the nightmare
and would feel safer in our bed. I got up and went to sleep in the bunk and
Jamie slept with Carol Ann.
The power was still off when we awoke Sunday morning so we
decided to pack up and leave. We arrived home uneventfully only to discover
that an accident near our house had knocked out a transformer and our daughter
and son-in-law’s house (next door to ours) had no power! What were the odds?
From powerless to powerless. We parked the RV and left the generator running to
await the return of electricity in relative comfort. After a short while, Carol
Ann went over to our house and discovered that the power outage had not
affected it at all. I shut down the RV’s generator and went home.
2 comments :
What a frustrating weekend! Robert, you have to buy yourself a simple electrical tester. It will tell you if you have power and if the polarity is correct.
Another RV saga. At least I'm not the only run that runs into those problems. Sure takes the fun out of it.
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