There hasn’t been a lot to take pictures of these past two weeks so I fear this post is even more wordy than usual. I apologize.
In my previous blog, I talked about how bad the weather was at Gamble Rogers. So windy and rainy. Not fun at the beach. Well…just how windy was it?
That will give you a good look at the wind but it got worse the next day to the point where I had to bring the slides in for 3 days in a row and really couldn’t go outside much. The rain was pouring down and the wind would grab the door out of my hands if I tried to open it. One of the not so great things about being right on the ocean front.
Here’s a video from inside the RV. I took it through the window. It’s amazing how loud the wind is even inside.
Finally there was a break in the late afternoon so I went over to the river side of the park to see the sunset. Yes I was quite optimistic as you can see. Or can you even see the sun?
The raining and wind and slides in and rig shaking went on for several days
In the mean time, I have a morning daily practice in which after watching the sunrise I open Mary Oliver’s Book Devotions to a random page and read the poem that appears and journal about it. I love my lined 8 1/2 X 11 journals from Peter Pauper Press. This one is my fall choice. My introspective time with my favorite poet has helped me not to be too down about the weather and the problems that seem to be plaguing my life at the moment.
Another practice I try to do daily is yoga. I’ve found an on line series that I like but it’s been too windy to do it outdoors and impossible to do indoors when I have to bring in the slides. But that too shall pass. One thing I love about Winnona, a rig really too big for me or any one person, is that there is room for yoga and company to come and stay. I hope I’ll still be on the road when Celia and Colin are old enough to come with their Mom.
I also try to go hiking or at least walking daily for a minimum of 10,000 steps. With the wind it’s been hard to do on the beach and with the rain, most of the nearby trails are under water so I’m relegated to the campground roads and nearby streets in Flagler Beach. The campground has a nice nature trail which seldom floods and a separate loop of sites on the river side across A1A.
I got so tired of the fraudulent election accusations that I quit listening or watching the news. Biden is the first president to win by over 80 MILLION votes. I can’t wait until the electoral college meets and this whole thing is over. Although there may still be shenanigans about that. I suppose there is no chance to get rid of the electoral college but it is certainly out of date for the times. The person with the most votes from all the people should be the winner.
I fear even after the college meets perhaps it won’t be over since Trump and his supporters are refusing to accept the loss. Trump clearly likes to say you’re fired but will not accept when it happens to him. I hope this nonsense doesn’t go on and on and the man actually will move out of the White House and his supporters take down their signs and flags. IT’S OVER ALREADY. Such divisiveness he’s sewn Us and them. I fear he will never go away or stop tweeting in or out of office. I’ve been embarrassed to be an American for the past 4 years and can’t wait to get back to decency in our government. Sorry for the rant and politics but how can one avoid it even if you turn off the TV and radio?
I’ve started on a very difficult puzzle and am finding myself avoiding it. I need a very good puzzle person to give me some guidance on how to attack this. I love the picture but boy is it hard. Here is a picture of what it will look like when/if I can finish it. The second picture is how far I’ve gotten. Pathetic. Like I said, even being stuck inside due to rain hasn’t gotten me very far.
My recent reading on kindle is The Book of Longings, Sue Monk Kidd’s latest. It’s an interesting provocative fiction about the time of Jesus’ last years. Kidd is a spiritual woman who has done a great deal of research for this book. As one reviewer put it, it’s a what if book. What if we knew what happened during those years of Jesus’ life not recorded in the gospels. What if he was married. This is really the story of the narrator, Jesus’ wife Ana, a spirited intelligent woman. I’m sure there will be many and varied reactions to the book. I enjoyed it very much.
When the rain let up after about 5 days, I biked 7 miles round trip to the little commercial area of Flagler Beach. They have a park right on the corner of A1A and Rt 100, the main intersection of town. For years there had been a wonderful farmer’s market there on Saturdays. I have no idea what happened to it about 3 years ago but I miss it. The only outdoor venue now is a permanent “market” which gets its vegetables via tractor trailer. No thanks. Might as well just shop at Publix.
I’ve reluctantly been doing the business of life of course. Laundry, which allows me one of my simple pleasures-clean sheets on my bed, vacuuming, cooking, paying bills, and for several days repeatedly STILL arguing with the rip off artists at Truck Enterprises in Harrisonburg Virginia about what they charged me for the work they did not do. I’ve also made numerous calls about a reimbursement check I’m waiting from my Vision Insurance for the glasses I had made for driving. They claim they sent it October 29 but as of today it still hasn’t arrived so I’ve had to deal with the automatic phone voice and being on hold forever to report it. I’m sure you know how the business of life goes these days. IF you can even do any business with a real person, you have to be on hold for what feels like days. And then there is the annual Medicare Part D check in late November. It seems every year that whatever insurance I have for medications has gone up and so I change companies and then the following year that one goes up and I change again. I spent an afternoon comparing plans and choosing yet another one. How in the world did I ever have time to have a job and do all this personal business and have a family and a huge vegetable garden and can and freeze and . . . . Seems like some sort an impossible dream at this point.
On Tuesday the 17th, I left my windy, rainy, ocean front site at Gamble Rogers and moved north 35 miles to Anastasia State Park in St. Augustine where I was very happy to be in the maritime forest without wind.
My site 53 is paved so I don’t have to deal with all the sand which is also a relief. But, when I made these reservations it was just as an interlude between stays at Gamble Rogers. So I’m only at Anastasia for 4 nights.
The ocean is nearly a mile away but it’s a good walk with a long boardwalk over the dunes. Sky is blue and clouds are white instead of both being gray. It improves my mood.
When I get there the red flag is flying – no swimming and the purple which usually means jelly fish. It’ as windy as Gamble Rogers so no one is enjoying the water or sitting on the beach. Anastasia has a huge, deep, long beach.
I go out to the water and it looks beautiful but it’s a good thing my hat is tied under my neck as the wind from the water would blow it clean off my head.
That’s the wind blowing the brim right up next to my right ear. If you were with me, I couldn’t hear a word you are saying.
I go over the next the morning for the sunrise and am in time to catch the St. Augustine Light House with its light shining. Though at the distance from the dune walk over it’s a bit hard to see the light in the picture. But with my zoom lens I can get a pretty good shot. Unfortunately, the skies his morning are gun metal gray and the sunrise is no better than at Flagler. Too many clouds.
You can barely see the sun at the horizon with all the clouds.
The clouds are more colorful than the sunrise and they look particularly nice over the dune grasses.
On my way back to Winnona, in order to pick up some more steps I walk down the 2 campground loops preceding mine and find a wonderful gem, a 1973 fully restored VW bus. Ever heard of Woodstock? I’m going to put pictures of this beauty throughout the next paragraphs of the blog. They call the VW Peanut. It has its own face book page if you’d like to see the details of the restoration. They did an absolutely amazing job. It looks brand new.
After reading The Book of Longings, I picked up a give away in the laundry area of Gamble Rogers. It was the 3rd in a series mysteries, and was titled McNally’s Risk, by Laurence Sanders. This Archie McNally series is not quite a cozy mysteries series but not descriptively violent. Archie, the son in the law firm of McNally and Son, has an amazing vocabulary and after reading book 3, I got books 1 and 2 from my library on Kindle so I could look up all the words he uses that I don’t know. And I thought I was pretty well educated. Archie’s father is the lawyer and Archie is the only employee in the Department of Discrete Inquiries (aka private investigator). Archie was dismissed from Yale Law School after streaking across the stage during a Symphony Concert. I’ve enjoyed their feather weight fare, but after 4, it’s time to take a break and go on to something with more meat.
While at Anastasia, I hosed down the entire RV and Ruby in order to get the salt off. It took me nearly 2 hours on the most powerful hose setting I have but afterward, I could see on Ruby the salt was still there so I washed her by hand. The salt is obviously still on Winnona too but the ranger came up when I was finishing Ruby and scolded me. No vehicle washing in the state park. I told him I was only using a bucket with water, no soap but he didn’t care. So poor Winnona. I guess I’ll be looking for an RV wash. Hope it’s easier to find here than in Virginia. I’m concerned about using Blue Beacon with their power washers for fear that all the striping on Winnona which are decals will be damaged or come off. Do any of you have experience with decal stripes and Blue Beacon?
The following pictures are of sunrises and sunsets during the first two windy rainy cloudy weeks I was at Gamble Rogers. They reflect the way I was feeling through this ordeal on the Saturday I was moving back to Gamble Rogers.
And so that brings me to the absolutely terrible horrible no good very bad day that was November 21st when I was scheduled to leave Anastasia and move back to Gamble Rogers. Moving is a great deal more difficult as a solo. I have to do both the inside and outside pack up, dump the tanks as well as move the car somewhere, walk back and move the RV to a place where I can hook the car up, then walk to get the car and put it on the back of the RV. Everything is going fine until I put the brake controller in the car and it will not turn on. I check all connections and realize that because of Covid, it has been forever since I charged it up and it is dead and unusable. I will have to drive back to Gamble Rogers without it. Towing a car with no brake controller worries me a great deal so I sit in the parking lot for an hour with the controller plugged in to the electric provided by my solar panels but to no avail.
I head down the park road and when I get to the very narrow entrance a UPS truck makes a quick left turn in front of me and forces me to put my brakes on hard. That of course is sketchy without brakes in your car so I’m looking in my rear view mirror am not careful enough with this narrow entrance. I clip the entrance pillar on my right which rips my rear awning arm off my RV at the bottom. I have to drive on because there is a line behind me waiting to exit the park. I drive a few miles on A1A looking for somewhere to pull over or into that I can also get back out of in order to take a look at the situation. By the time I find such a place, the arm has been swinging back and forth so that the screws which held the arm on have worn a groove in the side of the RV.
The best I can do is get a rope and tie the arm down to the frame and drive on. But I can’t go faster than 25 or 30 mph without danger of the arm pulling completely away from the RV. This does not make me popular with those following me.
I make it to Gamble Rogers, get into my site, start setting up and my back jacks will not go down. I had the springs on them replaced just a month or so ago so it isn’t that. The fronts went down but not the backs. Thank goodness the site is nearly level but still in the wind on the ocean front having only half my jacks is not a good idea. Of course it is late Saturday afternoon and I can’t get anyone to do anything until Monday. But this is the 3rd in the Murphy series so I think I’m OK until I go out to Ruby to get the brake controller to plug it in and the back door of the car will not open. The handle is limp when I pull it. Both the handle and the jacks were working this morning. SIGH…. Does this mean I’m on my 2nd set of 3 with Murphy? I mean it’s the controller, the awning, the jacks and now the door.
I spend all day Sunday researching RV Service and Mobile Techs in this area and the situation is grim. I put up requests on 8 RV facebook groups that I have joined including one each for Winnebago Brave Owners, Full Timers, Class A Owners, Winnebago any model owners, and several Women RV groups. Over the day I get 5 mobile tech suggestions and 2 service centers. Thanks so much to everyone who helped.
On Monday I start calling. One service center does only drive train work, the other can get me in December 22nd. 3 of the mobile techs say they don’t come this far. They are located 50 or 60 miles from Flagler Beach. I leave messages for the other two. Now what? I am determined not to call the rip off artist who was so nasty last December and charged me double the cost quoted by others to replace my hydraulic motor. So I wait. I call HWH, they made the jacks. Of course they will call me back in a few days. I google everything I can think of including the HWH manual for my rig which is not with the other manuals.
When I try starting over by storing the jacks and putting them back down in the hopes they both will go, I find that now neither the fronts nor the backs will go down and I do not even hear the motor spinning. I’ve made a bad situation worse.
At that point I am LIVID about the motor. Those of you who have been with me these past years know that last December I paid Mr. Rip Off $800 to have it put in because I had to leave the next day and could not delay long enough to have someone more reasonable do it. I now see that I might not have been able to find someone else to do it at all in this area. But I was ripped off and that’s been less than year ago. If the motor is the problem, he needs to make it right.
So I give up the hunt and call the nasty Tim from Atlantic Mobile RV. I’m not surprised that he isn’t too busy and can come out within the hour and does. He is still a pompous ass but not so bad as last year. He gets under the rig and in about 20 minutes has both jacks working. He says it’s only a temporary fix since the rust on the wires and connections is the problem and it will just return. GREAT to know! Something else to worry about.
He also fixes the awning arm and the bill is only $175 – $50 for the service call and $125 an hour for his time. I’m amazed. This picture is from his website as I didn’t want to inflate his ego any more by taking one of him here. He reminded me multiple times that he has THIRTY EIGHT years of experience. I’d say this picture might have been taken at least 20 years ago looking at him then and now. BUT, he does know what he’s doing. And I’m very grateful my two problems are fixed. At least for now.
As a result, I’ve decided that despite the fact that Gamble Rogers is my absolutely favorite State park in Florida, I will make no more future reservations to stay here or anywhere else within 8 or so miles of the ocean or gulf because of the salt damage which I have so far been unable to get mitigated. If you have a clue how or where to get that done on the underneath side of the rig. PLEASE let me know. Even suggestions will help.
SO, at the moment, the day before Thanksgiving, everything is working. Luckily I don’t think I’ve ruined the controller by allowing it to discharge to zero. Though I have not actually tried it on the car. AND I have an appointment on Monday after thanksgiving to get the car door fixed. I do have things to be thankful for.
However, the take home message here is, you’d better have a nice size repair fund if you are a solo without your own personal fix it person or pretty fine mechanical abilities and tools.
Just so I wouldn’t get too thankful or relaxed, the wind did force me to bring my slides in overnight just last night. Wind really does get tiresome
Congratulations for making it to the end of this epic tale and Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Stay Safe, the vaccine is hopefully nearer and so are more civilized politics and greater concern for the environment.