Friday, September 25, 2020

Did you piss off someone in reservations??

 

On our last 9 days here, we had to move to a different site... because they were "too full" for us to stay in our site on the perimeter.  Doesn't matter much - Rufus like where we are and has mature trees to sniff: "Ah, this tree was pissed on by cocker spaniel in late August; this tree was last pissed on by a springer spaniel about 72 hours ago."  He is a connoisseur.

But, I digress.  For the first couple days, we had this row of sites mostly to ourselves.  Then a family with 8 or 10 kids under 10 moved in next door.  At first I thought the woman in the 5th wheel was running an unlicensed babysitting service, but it became quickly apparent that she pretty much ignored the kids.  The kids, on the other hand, rode around the resort like a pin-sized biker gang, on bicycles, skateboards, and Razor-type scooters.  One one little girl (looked to be about 4 years old) who had an electric Barbie-type Jeep that she - and I am not joking - drove down the middle of the streets here with no adult supervision.  It was a shit-show.

Fortunately, they left the night before last, and the dad (who also pretty much ignored the kids) came back yesterday morning at 6:15am and proceeded to hook up the 5th wheel and throw most of the crap they left laying around into the 5th wheel and truck, making the maximum noise possible.

Yesterday and last night was blissfully quiet and unoccupied in our row.  Then, another 5th wheel pulled in about 8 sites down from us.  Plenty far away.

We had to run into town this morning to buy a new screen door latch (only needed the spring, but no one locally sells just the spring) for our rig.  I got to have on last Hardee's breakfast and we picked up a few things at Wally World.

Not long after we got back, three teenagers showed up and sat on the picnic table at the site next to us (yes, the same site that was overrun with kids).  They waved at a couple in a truck pulling a 5th wheel who obviously went down the wrong street.  The guy finally made it to the site next to us, and he backed the 5er in.

So, with about a dozen empty sites on our side of the street, there is us, another RV 8 sites down, and now a couple with 3 teenagers in the site right next to us.  Again.  Oh well - these kids seem decent, the Dad asked me about Mt Rushmore, and their dog didn't bark.  Plus, it's only for one more night.

While Joan is cleaning the litter box and the grill, and I am dumping and refilling our fresh water tank, I hear someone in that site next to us playing a guitar.  Quietly.  And playing quite well.  No, I don't plan to take mine over and jam... we don't do that sort of thing anymore; another casualty of  the virus.

And what about the screen door latch?  Thanks for asking.  The RV dealer didn't have the Winnebago part, but they had a "Universal fit" that looked the same.  Only turned out to be about 1/16th of an inch off on the mounting holes.  Joan got out the drill so I could make "an adjustment" to the newly purchased latch.  That latch blew apart like I had used C4 on it.  It would snap back together, but the spring for that latch is the same as the Winnebago latch.  I put that spring in our old latch (the 3rd one we've replaced, BTW) and put it all back together.  When we get home, we'll order a set of 4 springs (didn't know you could buy just the springs until we found that on the internet) and have a couple as spares.  In the meantime, we once again have a functioning screen door latch (specific to RV use, because it also attaches to the main door to shut them together).

Time to take Rufus for a walk.

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On Rufus's last walk today, we saw that the storage folks moved another rig into our row... right next to us on the other side...


Looking the other direction...


Yep - all kinds of empty sites, but someone in reservations decided we needed rigs on either side of us.

Rufus had a good walk, though...


We grilled out this evening; that was the only thing left out on our site...

We are packed up and ready to roll tomorrow...




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