They were right ...
Every day will present a new challenge when you take to the open road in an RV. That's what a few people told us. And, after spending our first week driving from Canada to almost the Mexican border, we can say ... they were right!
Today we pulled into a campground where we will spend 3 nights in a row. A nice change from the one night stands we've been doing since leaving home. And we are close to friends and familiar surroundings, which is sweet.
The office was closed when we arrived early afternoon but the lady across from us left a message for the manager telling her that new guest had arrived and we'd pop in early Monday to officially check in. That's one thing with campgrounds - the occupants are usually more than willing to chat, lend a hand, offer directions or toss you a beer. Thankfully.
Reg swung the fifth wheel into an empty spot and we started to unhook like we'd done a whopping 11 times before. And, like all 11 times before, I was freaked out about doing it.
After the blocks and chocks were in place to steady Clancy (our fifth wheel), I pushed the up/down button thingie to raise the front end up until the whatever-it's-called released a little from the hitch. Eleven times before it went fairly smoothly. Not today. Not standing out in 90 degree heat. Nope, it couldn't just work like it was supposed to.
Not a chance in hell those two pieces of equipment were going to separate.
We tried backing up which only made Clancy rock backwards, adding to my freaked out state.
We tried pulling forward which inched the fifth wheel forward too.
Reg wiggled and jiggled and yanked and twisted and scratched his head and sighed. Finally he gave in and wandered to the lot next door where a lovely 42' rig was parked. He knocked, and literally two seconds later had a fellow over to help out. No hesitation.
They worked at it for another half and hour, backing and forwarding, yanking and poking. Then finally the jaws opened and the truck was free.
No idea why today things didn't go smoothly. But we were grateful for strangers willing to lend a hand. And I was grateful to have a husband who knew when to ask for help!
Added note: Before going to bed we discovered an odd, not-heard-before sound coming from the furnace area ... here's to tomorrow!