RV Life

We live in a "36-footer" as the fulltime RV'ers would say. It's not a diesel pusher, but it does have two slides. We're camping at a local RV park and I've got her plugged in: power, water, sewer and cable. Yee-Haw. Now all we have to do is pop a top on a nice cold one and sit back to watch our favorite TV shows, yep.

Nope! Seems our three dogs are keeping us pretty occupied. Susan and I have to monitor their behavior much more closely than in good ol' Montana. You know? We don't want anyone complaining about our rowdy dogs. But I do have to say that our three kids have been very well behaved, considering how traumatic the move down here was on them. They were sure they were going to die when we crammed them in the already overstuffed van and shipped them a thousand miles from the only home they've ever known. But they survived and they are now settling in to camping life!

So now we can kick back and relax...nope! Seems that extreme cold weather, both in Montana and now the Sierra Nevada mountains, isn't very good for motorhomes. You know, with freezing pipes, frozen water pumps, and the more than occasionally blown fuse, it seems that there is always something that we've had to work on. I thought that when I traded the house in for the RV that I would have less "house projects" to do.

But we are starting to get a handle on our rig, complete with all it's quirks. The things we can't fix will have to be done by a shop, but for now things are going alright, and with beer in hand, I think I'll settle in for some primetime TV. Cheers.

Erik