Another RVing Misadventure!

Our next stupid RV trick happened when we were in West Virginia and hubby needed a part for our brand new, larger RV. Everything in town was on a hillside, so his only choice was to turn into a downhill or uphill lot. So he found an auto parts store with a large parking lot on the downhill side of the road. There was another drive where he could exit back out onto the road, so no problem. Ha!

We were towing the car, so when he finished shopping and started out the drive to the road, the hitch became embedded into the blacktop and wouldn’t budge. It looked as though we were permanently, deeply rooted in the exit drive. We managed to get the car unhitched and I moved it away from the RV, then called the emergency road service once again! They finally arrived and hoisted up the back end of the motorhome to free it from the blacktop and get it moving. Somehow we once again got back on the road with everything but our dignity intact.

Then there was the time in Kentucky when we wanted to visit a park just outside a small town. We made it to the park and had an enjoyable lunch in a quiet, peaceful setting beside a bubbling creek, then when we left, hubby decided to save some miles by going through the nearby town and joining back up with the freeway. The town was a nice little place and we made it fine until we were almost back to the freeway. Looming ahead was one of those bridges with a metal sub-structure, and no clue about how high the clearance was. We knew our new motorhome with the air conditioner and other vents was tall, so we stopped and pondered what to do.

Then we thought of the 25-foot metal tape measure we had with us, and hubby climbed out to go measure the clearance, leaving the motorhome parked by the road. Only thing, the wind was howling and he couldn’t get the tape measure to stay put while he inched it up the skeleton of the bridge. Finally, we decided I would have to block traffic while he attempted to turn the motorhome around and head back through town. Did I mention that we had just topped a hill and were headed downhill when we spotted the bridge ahead?

Well, I managed to stop what little traffic was traveling the road, and somehow he got 34 feet of motorhome with a car in tow turned around on a two-lane highway. Yet another misadventure under out belts.

I will have to say that we learned from those first few mistakes. Traveling has been a lot more pleasant (and safer) since 1995. Oops, I forgot about the metal pipe sticking up out of the asphalt in a parking lot that hubby managed to not see and sideswipe, scraping up all of the storage compartment doors on one side. Or the time he was directing me back to get propane but forgot to notice the overhang that I couldn’t see in the rearview side mirrors before I bumped it, bending our ladder.

Looking back, I believe we’ve had more misadventures that most RVers, but seriously, none that we can’t look back on and laugh about today. Okay, so we’ve developed a perverse sense of humor. And amazingly, we’re still together.