Archive | April, 2010

No Turning Back Now

Yesterday we said goodbye to our beloved Hoboken. With the car packed to the gills and Tabitha crying in her kitty carrier (our other cat, Emma, passed away in January), we set out for Saugerties, New York, stop #1 on the RV adventures. Actually, our first stop was to pick up the RV at a storage place in Saugerties.

So far, so good. We haven’t broken anything yet, and Brian seems to have figured out which hoses to plug in where. It was surreal to wake up in a wooded Kampground of America, which we pretty much have to ourselves, with the sound of birds chirping instead of our neighbors’ kids screaming.

We’re here for three weeks, to see family before we head out to parts unknown and adjust to the fact that we now live in an RV.

Inaugural Voyage

Point A is the location of the dealer where we bought our RV.  Point B is our storage facility in Saugerties, NY, where we’ll be keeping it for the next month.  The blue line represents the one-hour, 23 minute, 74.5 mile drive, I needed to complete to get the rig from Point A to Point B.  Piece of cake . . . except I’ve never driven an 18,000 pound, 35 foot, Class A motor home before.  Conceptually I know how to drive it; it turns wider because of the length; the back end swings out to the opposite side when turning because of the shorter wheel base; it’s wider than a car so I need to mind the right hand side; it stops much slower; etc. etc. etc.  But as any college professor understands, knowing and doing are two completely different things.  Nonetheless, today’s the day I needed to saddle up and take this puppy for a spin.

A couple of things surprised me about the trip.  One, I didn’t wreck it.  That was pretty cool, and an important first step in our plans.  The second is the great visibility I had of the road.  Not only in front, but also along the sides, and to a certain extent, in the back.  Because of the large double mirrors and the high vantage point I actually had a better sense of where I was on the road than when I’m driving my car.  But that high vantage point has a drawback . . . bridge overhangs look looooooow.  Passing under bridges, even when the elevation is marked, feels like a leap of faith.  I keep picturing the top of the rig getting sheared off by a low bridge.  But not on this trip.  Ship and crew arrived safely at their appointed destination with nary a scratch.  So far, so good.

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