Because We Can - Fulltime RV'ing

Journal Archive 9/1 - 9/10 2009

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September 6 Sunday

It has certainly been a while since anything appeared on these pages, but all things must come to an end, and so it is with this last hiatus. As always, upon restarting it is a little disorganized at first, but with time we seem to get up to speed. Between our irascible writer and our earnest editor, it shouldn't take long for her to whip him back into shape, after all she's only been trying to get him to this point for the the last six weeks.

Currently we are in Silverton, Oregon at the Silver Spur RV Park, which we had stayed at several years ago. It's a Passport America park, but is much nicer than many of them we have stayed at. Having gotten our front air conditioner replaced, and paid for by our extended insurance policy, except the $200 deductible, we had decided to spend an extra week here rather than travel during the week before Labor Day. When many RVs left the park during the week and weren't replaced by others we figured we could have traveled, but since we like it here, it was easy to rationalize away our original decision to stay put.

As you can tell from the photo, Linda didn't have any trouble keeping busy, though sometimes I think she piles things around her desk just to make me think I could be doing a heck of a lot more than I do. Unfortunately for her, with all those books we have someone has to read them, and I'm glad to volunteer.

It had been a typical Labor Day weekend, with rain falling much of Saturday and the continued threat of rain throughout the day today. Eventually Linda noticed the sun shining through the clouds and suggested we take a walk and also drop off the trash at the dumpster. Sounded like a good idea to me, but as soon as we set foot outside the door, a rather large and very ominous looking dark cloud could be seen. I was for going back inside, but Linda, having had to go to the trouble of putting on her shoes wasn't about to let a little cloud overhead cause her to have done all that shoe adjusting for naught.

Just about the time we reached the half way point to the dumpster we both detected moisture in the air in the form of droplets. Her answer to my, "Do you want to go back?" was a curt, "No." A few more steps and the droplets disappeared, having been replaced by huge drops that were rapidly taking on the appearance of water filled balloons. Once we returned to the coach I had an uncommon degree of common sense which resulted in my mouth remaining clamped tightly in the closed and locked postion. Good Bob.

One bit of luck was on our side, and at least it waited until we returned to the coach for the sky to open as the saying goes. But when it did, it did. It wasn't long before there were minor creeks running down the park roads. You had to feel sorry for the folks who had come out to enjoy the Labor Day weekend. We just watched a couple of movies on the Hallmark Channel and enjoyed the homemade tomato soup I fixed for Linda. Now that's a woman who has it made.

I was interrupted from my movie watching by Linda calling me to come back and see if I could open the door to the washing machine. I hadn't even realized she was doing the laundry, so engrossed in the movie was I, but none the less, I immediately leaped up to be at her service. She said she was having trouble opening the door, the reason for which I quickly understood, since the latch feel off in my hand as I pulled on it.

Thinking I had pulled too hard and broken it, I was in the process of apologizing when she admitted she had probably broken it before I arrived on the scene. Whatever the reason for the break, the problem of how to remove the clothes still remained. A quick search of the Internet turned up a webpage with instructions on how to open the door when the latch was broken.

Something was telling us we weren't the first people to experience this problem, because by following the instructions we had the door open in short order. We'll have to wait until Tuesday to order a replacement latch, but with a flick of a screwdriver to open the door, it won't prevent us from washing clothes. In reality it wasn't much of a problem, after all it could have been a hose breaking and water pouring out over everything. As we ended the day we reminisced about all the times I had fixed her washers and dryers in our stick houses over the years. Memories, good for the soul. Photos, good to show what a broken latch on a Splendide 2100 looks like. The laughter that accompanied then, priceless.

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