I just returned from a 2 week vacation and am in need of another. Why? Murphy's Law and the "Bad Luck Shleprock" thunder cloud followed me everywhere I went.
June 26th- the nightmare began.
We (me, hubby & 2 kids) made it to the highway and the alternator belt snapped on our motorhome. Luckily, Phil brought replacement belts and we were able to pull over & replace it. 1 hr. later we were on the road again. We got as far as 2 exits when the oil pressure dropped, smoke poured up from hood, and we came to a rolling stop on busy I-81. Phil assessed the damage- the water pump had blown.
Luckily my father was home and came to our rescue.
The water pump was a very time consuming and delicate operation, taking 6 hrs. to replace. Dad decided to follow for a few miles. About a mile up the road- the temp guage registered 300 & again- smoke poured out from the hood, then the brakes locked on the driver's side. Someone was definitely sending us a sign
-----DON'T TRAVEL TO CAPE COD IN THE MOTORHOME-------
it was dark when we arrived in the driveway, questioning if we should stay home or not. Well, we packed up my Jeep Cherokee and decided to leave the next morning.
We heard that there was a terrible accident the previous evening involving 3 vehicles.
We enjoyed our visit on Cape Cod with grammie- did a little fishing, beachcombing & clam digging. I made an awesome chowder. Then we went to Nauset Beach, and were chased out of the water by a school of bluefish, hunted by seals, that were hunted by sharks. We were sliced to shreds on the barnacle covered rocks & required first aid by the lifeguards.
My vacation turned into work- when my husband's father asked my "opinion" on grammie (they are considering nursing home placement). That was a position I was pulled into & did not enjoy having to support their decision for around-the-clock assistance.
We left the Cape to visit my sister in Boston.
That was an uncomfortable few days- she and her husband are experiencing marital problems, so my sister was everything but hospitable. I smiled with glee when I saw the Blue Ridge Mountains majestically welcoming me home again. "There is no place like home."
Jul 8, '04
One trip hubby and I took, we were using a rental van. When we stopped at a gas station in Wall, South Dakota, he found he wasn't able to pump gas in because the little door inside of the gas tank wouldn't stay open. He figured that it was stuck, so he pushed his finger in there to open up the door. When he tried to take it out, the door was tightly embedded into his finger. It was like one of those chinese finger traps. The harder you pull, the tighter it gets. There he was, standing in the heat with his finger stuck in the gas tank. All I could do was laugh. He was starting to panic and hollered, "Go get the gas station attendant." Okay...what do you tell a gas station attendant? "Help, my husband has his finger stuck."? The gas station attendant brought a screwdriver and forced the door open so hubby could get his finger out.
I wish I had a camera handy! We ended up having to go on the other side so that the van was not on a slant, then we were able to fill the tank without a problem.
Along the way we missed one of the turns and ended up going about 60 miles out of our way. Someone was watching over us. It started to rain and pour. We heard on the radio that if we had made our planned turn, we would have been right in the path of a tornado.
As the saying go, if someone makes you slow down, perhaps there is a reason. If you miss a turn, maybe there's a reason? :angel2:
Last edit by Audreyfay on Jul 8, '04
: Reason: typo
Jul 9, '04
We do a lot of camping and always have, on almost any weekend from June thru September some member of the family is sleeping on the ground & eating food with bugs in it.
We have a tradition of one major campout every summer with the whole family (no excuses, everyone attends) at different locations several hours from home. We are not novices but all bets are off for that one trip as a family.
We call it our annual vacation in h*ll.
1995: Dugan Falls Camp (Federal Land). The large group (60+) bikers that showed up for the weekend weren't that much of a problem, they confined their activities to the other side of the area. The problem was keeping my pre-pubescent sons from sneaking thru the underbrush to look at the topless chicks. I slept 9 nights in a tent with 2 bedwetters. I should have realized it was an omen.
1996: Gifford Pinchot Nat'l Forest, WA. Ex-SO's best friend fell on a beer bottle some idiot (him) had thrown in the fire. His girl friend drove him to the ER, they returned. 2 days later he fell down a cliff, broke his ankle & had to be carried out by North County Search & Rescue. It rained the entire 6 days; we passed the time trenching to keep the tents & fire from being washed away.
1997: Gifford Pinchot Nat'l Forest, WA. Ex-SO's best friend fell down a cliff, knocked him self out & had to be carried out by North County Search & Rescue. The temp never got above 62 and it drizzled the entire week.
1998: Sunset Falls, WA (Federal land). Ex-SO's best friend (yes, the same guy, all 3 years) fell down a cliff, broke his hip & had to be carried out by North County Search & Rescue. But it didn't rain!
1999: Salt Plains Lake, OK. Tornado warnings and rattlesnakes, need I say more?
2000: Cougar Creek Camp, WA (Federal land). We toted 300 lbs of fishing gear to learn that the waters had closed to fishing the day before. The "potable water" on site was too thick to drink, too thin to farm. 2 porta-pots for 200 people. Day 2 they closed the forest to fires. I learned to cook eggs on the gas bbq purchased on a 50 mile drive to buy water.
2001: Silver Falls State Park, OR. Sky was blue, sun was shining...until we got the last tent set up, then came 4 days of drought ending rain. 4 days spent in tents with dogs with the trots.
2002: Crow Butte State Park, WA. The website was so pretty; we should have been suspicious when the ranger commented "we don't get many tent campers". Sky was blue, sun was shining...until day 2. Then came the 40 mph winds. 85 sites and we never saw another camper after that: they were all holed up in their motor homes. Daughter who had sailed thru her first 3 months of pregnancy develops all day morning sickness, the only time she wasn't retching was when she was asleep.
2003: Nehalem Bay State Park, OR. Gale force winds. Constantly.
2004 will be Labor Day weekend at Cape Disappointment on the WA coast. I have learned my lesson. We have reserved a cabin and the adjacent campsite. My husband & I just spent 2 nights at the cabin doing recon. The cabin is one very basic 13X13 room. But it sleeps at least 6, has heat, lights & a plug in and is near flush toilets & showers. There is a store and laundrymat nearby and a hospital within 5 miles. I am bringing Mr. Coffee.
I am sure the weather will be perfect.
Last edit by kids on Jul 9, '04
Jul 10, '04
Something occured to me after I posted.
I have been going on family camping trips since I was a small child.
Looking back I can't remember a single experience that dodn't involve a record breaking storm, a first aid kit or an unscheduled side trip to a store for a forgotten necessity and a forest fire.
I think I may be a jinx.
Last edit by kids on Jul 10, '04