I’d have more to report, but the legs were the wrong size

Before I start this post for real, allow me to show, for the idly curious among you, how our big blue crap hauler uh, hauls the crap. It gets a ride to the dump station! Three tanks (one black, two gray) means three trips, and we do this only when we stay longer than a week in a location that does not have an on-site sewer hookup.

I know it looks kind of petite for hauling with the BFT. Tim can, and has, pulled it himself, but at this park, the dump station is almost a mile away, and that’s a long way to schlep 42 gallons of anything — times three — by hand. (1 gallon of water = 8.34 pounds, so that tank weighs nearly 350 pounds when full.)

Wagons ho!

Shit wagon ho!

And now the real post:

In yet another case of project creep, replacing the landing gear switch to fix whatever-the-hell-was-wrong with the coach battery (details here) has turned into replacing pretty much everything having to do with the landing gear, and upgrading it to a dual switch operating system instead of single switch.

After multiple discussions with both the original manufacturer, and several local RV repair shops, Tim ended up ordering all the required materials from Texas RV Supply, which definitely received the largest slice of the paycheck pie this month. Whee. But at least we’re not paying for labor: Tim works for the satisfaction of it, and for regularly spaced transfusions of cold root beer or lemonade.

Anyway, he set out to get the job done on Friday morning, only to find that the new legs were the wrong. damn. size.

Not these legs. The metal ones, resting there on top of the stacks of yellow leveling blocks.

Not those legs. Those legs are fine.
It’s the metal ones, resting there on top of the stacks of yellow leveling blocks.

Sigh. Project suspended. New parts are due to arrive Monday afternoon, but on Tuesday, we’re rolling east for the 5-day Houston RV Show, and its seminars, gimme caps, people watching, and a special appearance on Saturday by — wait for it — Yogi Bear.

I know.

The question is, will Yogi’s presence be enough to distract us from what will no doubt manifest as raging cases of RV Envy?  There’ll be “600 sparkling brand new recreational vehicles in the climate controlled comfort of one of the nation’s top entertainment venues” — and I’m guessing not one of them has broken front landing gear.

Maybe we’d better leave the credit cards at home.

I’ve gone on a lot of hikes. Today’s was one of them.

Not my best effort. About ten steps into the planned “We’re doing all the trails north of the river!” hike, I knew I didn’t have it in me after all.

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We started up there in the parking area on the left, and managed to complete the entire Bamberger Trail, Golden-cheeked Warbler Trail, Little Bluestem Loop, and part of the Bauer Trail, for a total of about 5.5 miles. Another day, Hofheinz Trail. Another day.

I tried everything I knew to try. I drank more water, I ate my trail mix, I rested, I slowed my pace. I even tried to pep-talk myself out of it. “Come on, Emily. On this day 21 years ago, you gave birth to your first baby after 36 hours of labor. Now that was an endurance test. This is nothing. Wimp.”

Nope. Butt dragged the entire time. I’m blaming the fact that we haven’t hiked in Texas sun and heat like this (86 degrees today, and not a cloud in the sky) for several months, and haven’t hiked at all in weeks.

But I got pictures of a bird carcass and a cute little frog, and it turns out that if you hike for an hour, you get to a part of the river where there are no other humans. Worth it.

Bird parts

Bird parts

Teensy tiny froglet!

Teensy tiny froglet!

And the primordial ooze from whence it came?

And the primordial ooze from whence it came?

Unspoiled

Unspoiled

And quiet. Just the way we like it.

And quiet. Just the way we like it.

Welp, nobody got electrocuted, and then we got back to nature

Thursday, January 27:

The problem, in the simplest possible terms — the only ones I understand, really — is that the RV battery wouldn’t hold a charge. It would charge up while we were driving, as it’s supposed to, but then drop dead after we lowered the stabilizers and/or extended the slides.  This becomes a big problem when dry camping or otherwise not being hooked up to a power source.

Tim (and a host of online RV enthusiasts who have been there and done that) to the troubleshooting rescue!

You know it's gonna be a day when there's a drill next to your dish drainer.

You know it’s gonna be a day when there’s a drill next to your dish drainer.

And then you see what it must have been used for...

And then you see what it must have been used for…

... and then you step outside and find even more mayhem.

… and then you step outside and find even more mayhem.

The culprit seems to have been the control switch for the front landing gear. It was drinking more battery juice than it should have been. My understanding, anyway.

Tadaaaa! New switch.

Tadaaaa! New switch. May that bring an end to this particular problem…

... which we realized was not new. This text exchange is from last January, on an occasion when Tim went out to move the RV from point A to point B, and I stayed home.

… which we realized was not exactly new. This text exchange is from last January, on an occasion when Tim went out to move the RV from point A to point B, and I stayed home. It’s all making more sense now. And yes, there’s some other landing gear related stuff on the way, to go with that new switch.

When not filling my usual duties as the "Hold This, Fetch That" chick, I finally labeled all the plastic storage bins in the basement. No more guessing!

When not performing my usual duties as the “Hold This, Fetch That” Chick, I finally labeled all seven plastic storage bins in the basement. No more guessing!

Our supervisor, as usual, enjoyed taking in the sunshine and the breeze.

Our supervisor, as usual, enjoyed taking in the sunshine and the breeze while we worked.

Saturday, January 30:

Today, we humans took full advantage of sunny skies and breezy uh…  breezes, here at Guadalupe River State Park. Unfortunately, Lola’s leg injury (tore her ACL in December) now keeps her from exploring with us. We miss that. A lot. And we know she does too.

It's not hiking if I don't wear my boots. Today we just walked a few nature trails, and I broke in my new tennies.

It’s not hiking if I don’t wear my boots. Today we just walked a few nature trails, and I broke in my new tennies.

The Guadalupe River

The Guadalupe River

"I need a better foot rest, and there's a stick poking my ass. But other than that, this is a perfect spot!"

“I need a better foot rest, and there’s a stick poking my ass. But other than that, this is a perfect seat!”

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Today I learned two things: 1. I'm terrible at skipping rocks, and 2. It doesn't matter if you're terrible at skipping rocks. That shit's good therapy.

Today I learned two things:
1. I’m terrible at skipping rocks, and
2. It doesn’t matter if you’re terrible at skipping rocks. That shit’s good therapy.

How cute is that? Also, define "kids."

Discovery center at the park. Maybe define “kids.”

Wait. I've got a driver's license. I'm going back for one of these!

Wait. I’ve got a driver’s license. I’m going back for one of these!

We saw tracks. Raccoon

We saw tracks.
Raccoon

Deer

Deer

Dog

Dog

Dude

Dude

Tomorrow we plan to hit some of the longer trails in the back country section of the park. Stay tuned for a real hike, boots and all!