We’d just driven out of spot (we’ll miss you spot #22 at Emerald Forest in Trinidad, CA) and we were lined up to put the Grey Man on the dolly and head south. I was getting the kids ready for the car ride when Scott came rushing into the RV, “I totally just f******* up,”…
No shit there we were…. again. Waiting for Good Sam to call back to say they’d found someone to tow us. We are now familiar with their process. We will also be life long members if they’ll have us. I kinda thought when we called today they might say, “You’ve used your one get out…
Here we are at the pre-programmed pause point. We knew when we left Colombia that I would need to spend a few days collecting our belongings in mid-Sept. We considered heading south from Maine when we started but with Jody AND Lorna and lots of other folks due west… the decision was easy. As…
Here’s what you don’t want to hear, “He’s peeing again, Mommy.” No good… just no good. There’s good news and there’s bad news. The good news is that I’ve learned to trust my get when it comes to the RV. Everything was so new and there have been plenty of times when I thought.. and…
“Hey, got a minute?” Scott to me. I was lazily getting ready to take the kids to Pink Camp with Grandmom. No rush. No hurry. No worries. “Yup, what’s up?” Scott, “Um… there’s fuel dripping out of the Chief onto your mom’s lawn. We need to address it.” To my credit, my first concern was…
