Moving from place to place with our trailer is always the source of a bit of anxiety. We always try to be alert and thorough in our departure tasks in order to make sure all our stuff goes with us and has not been pulled in two. There is a drive portion that always puts up some challenges and frightening occurrances. Navigation errors with a lengthy RV can be extremely expensive, particularly if towing is involved. Once at our destination, we generally skulk about in our 51-foot piece of heavy equipment to, hopefully, find an RV space that has full hookups, good WiFi and good satellite reception. This last part is not always successful. Then we pull into our new spot and hook up some or all of the utilities.
Not that any of the stuff is strenuous or tedious, it’s just that small errors can result in big problems. There is a pressure regulator of mine in Advance, N.C., because I was not paying attention. There have been a couple of disgusting issues with dumping the waste tanks in the distant past, occurrances I believe will never be repeated through tight adherence to fundamentals, the primary one being don’t be stupid. Traveling down roads with no turnaround at the end might mean a miles-long back-up session, blocking traffic both ways. Equipment failures, like trailer tire blowouts, can be terrifying. Fueling is even an issue in some locales.
Today’s travel, however, was easier than any, to date, because the drive portion of the move was slightly less than four miles. The antifreeze in the radiator never got a chance to get to operating temperature. We traveled all the way from the Lighthouse Bay RV Park in Blaine all the way to the Thousand Trails Birch Bay RV Park, also in Blaine. We had to stop twice at stop signs but otherwise driving was completely uneventful. No angry adolescents in Japanese cars veered into our lane and there were no curves, hills or heated discussions. We may have lucked out this time – we set up in a spot with full hookups, good satellite reception and the WiFi access point is installed atop a pipe right next to our RV space. Sometimes things work out perfectly but that doesn’t mean I should not remain paranoid.
Right after we finished our setup, the rhubarb pie Peggy concocted yesterday amazingly disappeared. I know where it went but I ain’t spilling.
We took a couple pix from the Blaine waterfront. Click the link. https://photos.app.goo.gl/cE5CHKuaVcgHyqAu5