Since we were leaving Ace Yukon with Zac and driving to our storage facility in D.B. (Steven’s VW Bug) transport space was somewhat limited. Still, we managed to cram it all in there, and just before noon on Friday, we headed to Puyallup to liberate Scoopy from her storage spot.
Our first task before we even got there was to scope out our exit strategy. We can only take a right hand turn onto the street from the storage facility, but we needed to go left. That required us to find a large turnaround spot where we could get ourselves headed in the right direction. As luck would have it, a couple of blocks away, we found a huge commercial truck station that provided exactly what we were looking for.
|Awesome turnaround for Scoopy!|
Scoopy looked exactly as we left her, all snug in her skinny storage lane. We fired her up and alarms of all kind began to shriek. The fridge was not happy. The carbon monoxide alarm was not happy. It would have been normal for us to freak out, but instead we just methodically went through all the tasks we needed to do in order to get everything under control. Eventually, everything calmed down and we unloaded D.B. and secured all the new stuff we had brought along.
|It's amazing what we can fit in our little bug and we made every square inch count (of course).|
|McGuyver would be proud. Who needs chalk??|
|Scoopy prepares for launch.|
|Steven in his happy place as copilot!|
|David and Goliath.|
This was not the first time camp lady had messed with our reservation – on our last trip here she had the dates wrong and ended up cancelling us. It was just pure luck that space was available when we arrived on our maiden voyage. This time, I had had enough! I was hoppin’ mad and fully prepared to go off on her. Then she said, “You’re in site #22.”
YAY! We love camp lady! We were thrilled to be in our beloved #22, a wide pull-thru with great mountain views. But of course, nothing is that easy. Amirite?
|The view from 22!|
|Lawnmower guy did not win the "Mr. Customer Service of the Year" award.|
Our inability to communicate really became a problem when our 30 amp power kept popping off. I’d holler out the window to Steven, and he’d reset it. Over and over, each time I turned on the hot water heater, the power would turn off. We put everything we could on LP, and it still blew. We could not figure it out.
Finally, Steven said out loud what we had both feared. We would need to move to another site. Nooooooo!!! He called camp lady and she told him to go get camp dude to come take a look. He was following camp lawn guy around on a golf cart collecting grass clippings, so he was pretty easy to locate. He came over and Steven pointed out the issue. He thought for about a nano-second and said, “Well, why don’t you just connect to this 50 amp plug right over here?”
YAY! We love camp dude!
We are now settled and ready to enjoy our evening. I think it’s time for a cappuccino.