The big rig ahead of me made the turn out of the park, very slowly, but he made it. I’ll be fine, it’s a ridiculously tight right turn out with steel posts protecting the gate on either side, but he made it. He’s at least five feet longer. I’ll be fine.
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Wrapping Up San Francisco / Petaluma, or This Day is a Little Off
Saturday, my birthday, I took fellow traveler Dawn to dinner in San Francisco. We went to Alioto’s. Food? I’ve had better (Swordfish with crab). Prices? Not that bad. A better table and we could have had a view of that bridge everyone likes.
Back at the RV shortly after 1, Beagle-Juice is still running back and forth whining. I flop into bed but can’t sleep, something is wrong. Phone rings at 6am and I fall down walking over to it in the dark. It’s MasterCard, fraud detected, did I make any online purchases between 4 and 5 this morning. Oh well, haven’t used that card in months. I feel dizzy, off balance, whats wrong.
I get the lights on, steady myself. At first I’m not sure – it it me or is the whole RV tilting forward and left? Not me. Outside with flashlight in hand I find hydraulic fluid dripping from the left front leveling jack. Luckily the jacks retract just fine and a little web searching nets me a couple of places along my route that may be able to work on it later in the week.
I’m heading in the general direction of Flagstaff to visit Kylee at school, hopefully before the snow sticks (they had a little last week). Leaving the RV park in Petaluma, it’s a tight right through the gate, guarded with bright yellow steel posts on either side. The motor home in front of me crawls through, very slowly, and clears the post that I can see by inches.
As I’m crawling through, suddenly horns are blaring, fast. Not the hurry up beep, the danger beep. A man runs up, “you’re touching the post,” he explains as my heart stops. After a little defib, I need an outside perspective. It’s more than touching, just a little on the crunching side. There’s no way forward without ripping a huge panel off the RV, and you can’t back up with the trailer.
I’m wondering if screaming would help at this point, trying to assess, when one of the campground staff comes running up and says “hey, I’ll help you get the trailer off so we can back you outta here.” In minutes he has the trailer off and in the bushes, then he backs my RV off the post, makes a loop around the park, and goes out through the same gate easy as pie.
End of Day
I’m at a little campground in the middle of an almond tree farm. Beautiful night. Where would I be without the horn savior or Vince from the campground? Yes, this day is a little off, but it’s also totally right on.