We were out early to get a few more things done with the motorhome and cargo trailer. Joan checked and aired-up tires on the coach while I set-up the chocks for the bikes in the trailer. I lubed all the moving parts on the trailer and put air in the rear airbags on the coach. While I put distilled water in the batteries (we tried maintenance-free batteries and got 18 months out of them, so switched back to regular lead acid), Joan was getting things ready to roll inside. Fridge is turned on, propane is on. We are ready to bring it home on Saturday.
We dropped off a box of stuff at Goodwill on the way home. The outside thermometer in the car was reading 101º at 9:00 am. That's why we get out early. Back home, Joan went through stuff in the garage for the coach. I made a couple rubber "cushions" for the top case on Joan's bike... well, I didn't make them, I shaped some rubber plugs we bought with a Dremel. Joan is not a fan of the top case on her bike, but the Xmax already has the rack, so it will be our "hauler" when we're out this summer.
Murphy has work to do, too: Joan put a couple different carriers in the living room, so he can decide which one will go with us...
Everybody has to do their part. Murph has no idea what is coming - this will be his first trip in the motorhome. The boy is a mover - he isn't going to have as much room to run in the motorhome as he has become accustomed to in the house. OK, none of us will have as much room... there will be a period of adjustment.
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That expression is priceless. "OMG!! Dad, why are my carriers out? Am I going to the v-e-t?" Hope everything works out well, and that he adapts well. He will at least have to tolerate his harness and leash if he wants more running room than the coach. He won't have that safely enclosed back yard.
I spent the morning at a funeral service for a buddy at the Idaho State Veterans Cemetery. Hank was a WWII Navy vet, wounded during a kamikaze attack on his ship at Okinawa, and died peacefully at age 99 two weeks ago. The Vet's Cemetery is lovely and from what I hear much like a smaller version of Arlington National Cemetery. Somber.
Hi Earl - Sympathies to you for the loss of your friend. We passed by the Black Hills National Cemetery regularly when we lived in South Dakota - it is a beautiful place in the foothills of the Black Hills. Every National Cemetery we've see has been a solemn place, and all those white markers drive home what our Veterans have done for our country.
Murphy had numerous trips to the vet early on to clear up a stubborn ear infection. He doesn't have a fear of his carrier(s)... we have taken him on a couple car rides (in his carrier) that weren't trips to the vet. For Izzy, her carrier was her safe haven - she would go into it on her own when we'd stop while traveling. Rufus did not like being in a carrier - he wanted to be right there in the action, and was a great travel cat. We'll see how Murphy does with these big changes in the lifestyle he knows - he is very curious and is not keen on lap-sitting (which is where Iz and Ruf were most often in our travels)... that may change. We'll see. We plan to keep the first couple days easy and have allowed ourselves plenty of time to get to Maggie Valley; if we need to take a couple "chill days" along the way, we have the luxury of that time. It will give Joan and me the chance to toughen up our "travel muscles" as well. ;-)
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