Just one of ’em days
How about waking up and checking the tanks in the RV:
Grey: FULL
Black: FULL
Fresh: EMPTY
Not a good combo. But it gets better.
Add to this, no solar power. Don’t get me wrong, our panels have worked amazingly well, but for some reason yesterday they were just not charging.
With such low power in the RV, we really had to conserve our use of energy. This is good for the environment, but not so good for our sense of smell. Because conserving on power meant we couldn’t use the fan in the bathroom. With the tanks reading as they were, and our pooper still needing a proper fix, this was not the best mix. (read: STINKY, STINKY, STINKY)
The power not working also would not have been such a big deal under normal circumstances, except yesterday we were trying to get out of Montreal, in areas where the roads are windy and narrow, traffic was jammed, drivers were…. well…. really excited to arrive at their destination, and signs were all in French (some of which Steph couldn’t translate, which was not a good thing for such things as understanding whether we were going to be too tall to make it under the next overpasses)….
All this made our trusty GPS all that much more important. But with no power in the RV, and our GPS hooked up to Steph’s laptop, we couldn’t work it.
So we kept losing Matt.
Losing Matt is never a good thing, but yesterday it was especially comical because we were down to one runner, as the upper arch in Steph’s right foot dropped just outside Perth about two weeks ago. With all the chiropractors from Ottawa to Montreal out of town for the long weekend, after a last effort of chiro over the phone (thanks Don), we decided Steph should take the day off and rest her foot.
The only time she ran was after Matt, trying to catch him from going the wrong way.
Our walkie talkies couldn’t even save us. They needed charging.
Then came nighttime. Unlike all other provinces where our trusty Accommodation Managers have got campgrounds sponsored for us for the night, in Quebec they have not been so fortunate. (read: no campgrounds setup due to language barrier)
Despite Matt’s best French schmoozing, and the offer of one driveway to pull in (albeit at a 90 degree angle that would have given us massive head rushes, staying with a guy who really didn’t want us there), it was Steph’s bilingualism that finally swung the deal for us to camp with a northern Ontario type view with the lovely (and only French speaking ), Claudette, on the edge of her beautiful property.
All in all, it turned out to be a great, comical day. We ended up watered, plugged in, fed, and feeling fine. What can we say… All in a day’s work with the Run for One Planet