Something I didn’t expect to happen after I left, was that I would become so reliant on others. I thought people might pop in and out of my life but that mostly, I’d be on my own. That I’d have all the alone time in the world and the freedom to do what I please. Don’t get me wrong, I felt so lucky, blessed and taken care of but I also felt like a little bit of a failure and a burden. Going from one kind stranger’s house to another was not what I had set out to do.
Here’s the scoop on my tires. When I got Mander I was told that she had basically new tires. I could see they had a ton of tread, and at first glance, looked terrific. Later on, it became apparent that they had a very small amount of dry rot and according to the manufacturing date on the tires, were over 10 years old.
After I left the Smith’s in Des Moines, Iowa, I drove until I reached a casino parking lot. I didn’t want to push it too hard since I didn’t yet know if the repairs Sky and I made were going to stick. I woke up the next morning feeling recharged and ready to make decent headway. I started Mander and geared up to make my way to Kansas City.
Mander has a way of knowing what’s best for me. Breaking down in Sky’s driveway worked out perfectly. About as perfectly as breaking down can go, that is. I was safe, in the care of a wonderful family and Sky was more than willing to help me sort out Mander’s problems.
Since I was still a RV drivin’ newbie I wanted to take it slow and steady. I left Blue Earth MN, drove roughly 150 miles into Iowa and decided to call it a day. I was happy about the distance I had covered and figured I deserved an easy and uneventful day. I pulled into a rest stop feeling a sense of accomplishment and set up camp for the night.
Oh man did I let this blog fall to the wayside! My apologies! Once I quit my job in September I hit Mander hard with all the mandering that needed to be mandered. Oct 1st was my deadline to move by and there were some pretty major things I needed to finish before then. That meant I had no time for anything but construction. I was collapsing into bed every night with not an ounce of energy left in me. So now that you’ve heard my excuse, do you forgive me? I promise, I’ll try not to let it happen again. Let’s catch up!
One year, 26 hands, countless hours and $400 later, IT’S FINALLY DONE! Well….as done as a motorhome’s roof can be done. I will probably be crawling up there for the rest of Mander’s life chasing leaks and doing maintenance. But anything I do from now on will feel like child’s play compared to what I’ve been through with this roof.