I’m not going to say it was easy. We left San Benito (and evidently our fan club) behind and headed to Columbus, TX for the Colorado River RV park. It was …okay. (Lots of free roaming deer.) One rainy week later we headed west. Our first stop was the Ft. Stockton RV park for one night, then the Walmart in Deming, TX for the next. Finally get to Yuma.Texas is one big-ass state. 3 days to drive 3/4 of the way across. You will never find a more flat, dusty, boring drive than across west Texas.
KEEPING LOOKING TILL YOU FIND ONE THAT FITS
After being told by the receptionist and the maintenance guy that we couldn’t park on the concrete slabs, the site we had reserved for a year was too narrow. They then directed us to about FIVE other spots, also too narrow. They finally parked us in a nice double wide spot and just as we got all hooked up, unpacked, and furniture and slides out, they come by and tell us someone else has reserved this spot for January. Turns out it’s friends of the Canadians next to us and with a phone call we found out they don’t care where they are as long as they’re close to their friends. They changed their reservation to the other side of their friends and we were all good. Till the next morning (Christmas Eve).
MOVE AGAIN
The manager, who was off the previous two days, comes by and tell us we have to move. This spot is reserved and takes up two spots anyway. Mind you this was where one of their employees put us. We were instructed to a different spot, but we we told to park ON the concrete pad. Huh? Doesn’t matter that the reservation by the Canadians was changed… YOU HAVE GOT TO MOVE!
So Thursday, (did I mention I had a dentist appointment all Thursday morning?) the day after Christmas, we packed up all our slides, sewer hoses, electrical hoses, jack pads, hydraulic jacks, and secured all the internal stuff from falling, and moved. Luckily Melinda found Gary, a very nice man who would use his truck to hook up to our trailer, and move it for us. But wait, there’s more…
YOU DON’T NEED NO STEENKEEN POWER!
He gets the trailer in the new spot (one road over, which was the same spot I had reserved a year earlier), we maneuver the RV into the spot right next to the trailer (tight fit), and hook up the sewer, water, jack pads, and… the electrical pole is only rigged for 30 amp power and we need 50 amp power. (Let’s just call this two days lost completely with the first move -n and n0w the change of location.)
At this point there is no medical device in the world that could accurately measure my blood pressure.
The manager had the maintenance guy change the pole from 30 am to 50 amp. And theoretically, we are home for 3 months.
At least, you can no longer see the veins throbbing in the side of my head anymore.
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