Quick Update



I saw one of these the other day, here in Fort Boonesborough Kentucky. I’m not sure quite what it is, maybe a groundhog? I have many, many more pictures and thoughts to share, but after shelling out $10 for uncomfortably slow internet and then fighting with it for three days, I’ve decided to let blog post writing wait for a time I have a more positive attitude. I did upgrade my AT&T internet, so the fight *should* be over.

We are heading south tomorrow. There is a freeze warning for this part of Kentucky and snow in the forecast for this weekend. The sketchy plan is to head south and keep heading south until the weather suits us or the ocean stops us. With the new data plan, I will be able to blog while Brian drives for double benefit. First, I’ll get caught up, and second, I won’t freak out about the traffic, hills, wind or whatever.

It would be really great if the weather in the United States would shape up. It is spring, after all. There are people I want to visit and places I want to see, but I won’t put up with rain/wind/snow/flooding/freezing/thunder storms and tornadoes. Just no.

Now, for the next.


Taking a Morning Dump

One of the downsides to our current location at St. Joseph Peninsula State Park is the sites are not full hook up. We have electricity and water but no sewer connection.

After 4 days, this morning it was time to empty the grey and black tanks. This process involves securing the interior and hooking the trailer up to the truck, hauling it to the dump station, emptying, returning to camp and setting the trailer back up. A time consuming process, but not hard.

We started a few minutes after 7 AM. We hit the dump site around 8, just after sunrise, allowing me to picture take while Brian took care of business.

We were back to our campsite and cooking breakfast by 9. And by ‘we’ I mean Brian.

Now, for the next.

Our First Repair Project (It’s Not Rocket Science)

Moving from Albany, Georgia to St. Joseph Peninsula State Park in Florida was supposed to be a cakewalk. It mostly was. There was one small hitch, involving our hitch. At one point in our travel, due to some confusing road layout and signage, we made a wrong turn. Being the excellent navigator I am, I plotted for a course correction a mere 5 miles away taking us a short 10 miles out of our way. Our captain had a different idea and pulled a U-ey using a gated driveway.

As we were about to re-enter the road way, we quickly noticed something was amiss. It felt, to me, like we were stuck in the sand. Brian popped it into 4WD, but that didn’t immediately solve our problem, nor did rocking the rig a bit. It seemed the brakes were locked. Brian went out to inspect. He pulled the pin on the break-away brake and replaced it. That yielded no results. I googled the manual and suggested turning the truck off and back on again (’cause I do computers better than vehicles). Nothing. He went out to look again and noticed, somehow, we managed to cut the trailering cable.


As I’m trying to decide between On*Star and calling AAA, Brian jiggled the cable until the brakes released. Ever the cautious one, I questioned the safety of continuing, but by that time we were moving again.

I made a quick call to my mother because my data had literally just been throttled. She was nice enough to get us on the path to a repair shop. That shop, as well as 3 others we stopped at, were unable to help us.

So this morning, Monday, Brian decided to fix the problem himself. I was skeptical, but after googling the process, I see that it’s not rocket science. I took pictures, held important things and went to go get necessary materials and tools, therefore procuring exactly half the credit. Here is what we did:

  • Disconnected the battery and turned off the breaker for shore power.
  • We did the first, and realized the second when Brian cut the cable and it made that sparky spark sound
  • Stripped each wire, all 14, 7 on each side
  • Connected matching color wires to each other using butt connectors
  • Crimped the butt connectors
  • Wrapped each connection with electrical tape
  • Wrapped the whole shebang with electrical tape
  • Reconnected the battery
  • Checked to see if everything was working

And it works!

This experience has taught me several things, don’t rush to call for assistance, google stuff even more and marrying a handy man was a real good choice. Also, blogging about something sometimes takes longer than the thing itself.

Now, for the next.

Sunday Morning in Georgia

This morning ends the first big push of our new lifestyle. We have traversed twelve US States and four Canadian Providences. We have sold a house, with the final signing done en route, moved all our worldly possessions into a 20-foot travel trailer, overcome our first mechanical issue, and traversed over 5,118 miles. We’ve crossed four time zones, seen a variety of animals and plant life, experienced temperatures of 20 below to 75 above and watched numerous sunrises and sunsets. We’ve driven through snow, ice, wind, rain, fog and some brilliantly clear days. We had some really good food, and some really bad coffee. We visited with family and friends, met many kind people and it’s only been 16 days.

This morning is special because we have decided to stay put for an entire week. I have running water, a flush-able toilet, a drain-able gray water tank, a little room to move around, a generous dog walk and park, consistent internet and even cable TV; but the most important thing is the beautiful, sunny, warm, dry weather.

One thing I realized along the way is, due to a miscommunication, Brian has been giving out this address, while I have been giving out and updating our Facebook page. If you would like to catch up, navigate to: https://www.facebook.com/nuncprotuncers/ I plan on sharing stories of our trip down in more detail this week.

Some of the things we will do this week are to get some minor mechanical issues taken care of, including fixing or replacing the microwave, review the places where we overnight-ed and some of the restaurants we ate at, clean and organize our living space, visit with family, explore the area and shop. I imagine it will be a productive and relaxing week and, when it’s finished, we can begin to call ourselves authentic “full-timers.”