The Plumber, the Locksmith, and Me.
It wasn't too hot my August in Georgia standards, but it sure was humid. Matt complained his glasses fogged over when he tried to focus his camera and the sweat just would not evaporate from your body. I had wondered where all my socks, t-shirts and undies had gotten off too, and found them all in the trailer. (Way too many! Ever do that? Keep loading the RV and never unload it?) This was a good thing after all, because just a little bit of afternoon outdoor activity left me soaking wet with sweat. Just about the time I want to take a really nice shower I hear a knock at the door. It's our friendly campground host:
"We have a water leak. We can't locate the shut off valve so we have to turn the water off to all of 'Loop D' so the plumbers can work on it. And that includes the bathhouse"
The water was back on about four hours later. Quite a little hike to the nearest bathhouse. If I had had a little warning I could have put 10 gallons in the fresh tank. Bummer.
Spent the evening light on the other side of the Towaliga River. Captured a few more photographs.
When Camping World had the Coleman Road Trip Sport Grill on sale for $100 I picked one up. I tried it out when we were on the way back from Ohio, and wasn't impressed with the way it cooked no name WalMart burgers. On this trip I try it out again with 'Bubba Burgers'...a known quantity at our house. Nope. I just don't like the way the burgers taste when they are done. I guess I'll go back to charcoal. The LP gas grill at home makes good burgers. What's up with this??
One of the things I like to do in a campground is take a nightly 'walking survey' to see all the rigs and tacky lights and campfires and families out having fun. Just after dark but well before quiet time or there wouldn't be anything to see. Matt and I head out about 9:15 pm and get back about 10:15. The key I just locked the door with an hour ago will not fit back into the lock. All of our cell phones, wallets, cash etc are all INSIDE the trailer. All I have is this useless door key, and the key to the truck. We give up on getting in without help.
We drive up, slowly and quietly, to see the campground hosts. Their lights are still on. Good. We knock on the door and explain our situation.
The hosts calls the ranger,
the ranger calls the sherrif,
the sherrif calls the 24 hour on call locksmith,
who doesn't work on RVs but knows someone who does,
so the 1st locksmith calls the other,
who calls the sherrif,
that calls the ranger
who tells me the guy will be there in 10 minutes.
The ranger goes up to the gate to lead the guy back to our site. Now I'm getting a bit concerned about the amount of vehicle traffic around our site, with me come and going, the ranger in and out with "Law Enforcement" in big black letter on his truck and now the locksmith on his way.
Right on time, he shows up with the ranger, again, in a Chevy Suburban with not one muffler on it.
I appologized to my neighbors who claim they heard nothing because they were all watching the Olympics with their air conditioners on.
What an adventure.