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You Can't Go Home Again

Posted by on March 29, 2009

They say you can’t go home again.  In our case that really applies as we have rented our stix and brix unit out to Dan and Tanya, a lovely young couple from Houston, Texas.  But they’re in good hands as our next door neighbors, Neil and Donna will initiate them to the wild ways of Rifgon Drive.  We were able to visit with Neil and Donna and share some wine, missed memories, along with our vagabonding antics with them.   They are preparing for their annual hiatus to Florida this weekend, to stay for at least a month—-smart thinking there.  foundry1

Our site locale didn’t go as planned for this stay. I assumed we would reside this week at the Washington KOA.  When viewing it from the interstate I noticed a long steep driveway and sites built on hillsides.  I decided to visit in the Jeep and make a visual inspection prior to venturing a ten ton RV up the driveway.  The sites were gravel and not at all level so weaving 70 feet of steel and fiberglass up the long and winding roads didn’t appeal to my sense of adventure.  The place was a bit unkempt and the only attribute I found was Wi-Fi.   I’m not rating this KOA. I couldn’t do it any justice.  If I had to it would get a GL rating of 2, simply because the owners seemed like nice people.  So I decided on what was formerly known as the Foundry.  This was a multi-unit commercial venture with tons of parking space. It cost the county millions of dollars to build and was expected to stimulate the local economy. This was all before subsidence of the rear walls and floors caused the entire mall to be vacated, which left us with the largest paved campground in America.  And we had the entire park to ourselves.  My good friends, Jay and Tommy made sure the local police force knew of our intentions.  When they patrolled the area, we exchanged waves with the officers and gave Robin a semblance of security.  We were the sole proprietors of this concrete jungle. I only had to take the rig out on two occasions. I visited my local RV doctors at Jones RV Sales and Service to get Jim Polk to find out why my house batteries weren’t holding a full charge.  This caused my inverter to shut down after only a short period of time.  Some minor tweaking by Jim solved the problem without  any financial damage.  Now we wouldn’t have to run the generator as often.  The other time was to return to my neighborhood and steal some water to fill the tank.  Robin had washed her hair prior to her dental appointment.  In the middle of the rinse, I began to hear it. Spphhh…..spptttt…sphttt…oh no!  The water tank was empty.  I knew despair by the look she gave me.  It really wasn’t my fault but I should have been monitoring this much better.  So back to Rifgon Drive to refill.  It’s always a feat navigating this behemoth into a community of carriage homes. Only one problem here.  I’m missing internet access and driving to Panera Bread is getting to be a pain.  I’ll have to break down and perhaps purchase an internet card tomorrow. As you can see, foggy weather has set it.  Just when it’s getting time to leave.

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2 Responses to You Can't Go Home Again

  1. Debbie

    Definitely not the nicest campground you’ve parked in, I’m sure Brutus was a little bewildered by the vastness of the concrete jungle he was in, compared to the palms and humidity he just came from.

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