We’ve recently moved our fifth-wheel camper from the Houston, TX, area to SW Oklahoma. The day before moving day and moving day were a couple of doozies. Now lemme tell you about the days after we moved.
Saturday could still technically be moving day. We only parked the camper in the hospital parking lot and crashed for the night. We still need to move to a park (or somewhere) where we can hook up and live for the month. This is our task for Saturday.
Bridge and I sleep in a little, and I call the RV park, where we’ve previously stayed, to check on spot availability. It’s around 10:40 am. The spot we love is reserved, but there are a couple other 50a spots available. No biggie. Bridge and I leave the kiddos with the grandparents, because “it shouldn’t take us long” to move the camper over there and get set up. It is now around 11:30 am.
The first spot we try has a water-spout with no handle. Translation: no water here. One of the other 50a spots is situated in a weird place directly behind a phone and cable box, thus making it difficult to get the rig in there, as well as being littered with the neighbor’s vehicle and outside furniture. We find another lovely spot and decide to try it.
Forty-five minutes, about half a tank of gas, and more than a few new grey hairs later, we finally get the camper parked in a position with which we can live. There is a tree in the back of the spot that makes it difficult to back in very far, and there is a truck and camper parked directly in front which makes it difficult to back in period. We endure a couple of unsolicited opinions about where we’ve parked the camper, but hey, we’re parked. Apparently, we’ve parked the camper “in the front yard” of this particular spot. “Thanks, but we like where we are.” Bridge and I are finally ready to start setting things up.
We really do like where we’re parked. We’re level all the way around (not easy on grass or gravel spots), and all of our hookups reach their designated receptacles. We start to pull things out of the trailer to make those necessary hookups, and now we’re ready to plug in the power, so we can unhitch the truck.
We plug it in. Nothing happens. Maybe there’s a breaker somewhere that needs to be flipped on, while I restrain myself from flipping it off. 😉 No luck. Bridge and I are just about done at this point. There is another RV park in town, so we decide to leave the camper where it is and go check it out.
This new park is really quite nice, comparatively speaking. The first park is basically a parking lot for RVs. It has a few trees sprinkled throughout, and grassy areas, but it is definitely no frills. This next park is much bigger, has a pool (not opened yet), game room, bathroom facilities, and laundry facilities. Big plus. It’s also cheaper than the first park. Bigger plus. There’s also a spot where we can pull right through. Biggest plus!
The manager isn’t in the office (it’s Saturday), so we call. We discover she is on her way there to catch up on some mowing. Score. We meet her at the office, ask all the requisite questions, and agree to go get the rig and come back.
When we head back to pick up the rig, we pass my dad. He meets us back at the rig, and soon, my mom arrives with all the kiddos. They are excited to see our new place. We try the power again, just in case, and it’s still dead. We plug in to the site next us, which is a 30a service, and we have power. April in Oklahoma can get warm; we’d really like our 50a capabilities. So, we determine it’s time to move to the new park. Grandma and kiddos go back to Grandma’s house, and Granddad follows us to help. I let the park manager know she has no power at that spot, and we move on.
The new park’s spot is nice. I pull right through and line up quickly. Things are looking up! The one downside to this spot is that all the utilities (water, power, and sewage) aren’t located together. We have to pull through the opposite side where the concrete pad (“front porch”) is located; so, it’s now our back porch. The power works! The sewer is under the rig (a little weird), but it hooks up easily and works! The water winds up on the front side of the camper (by the front door), but it works!
Now we really start unloading things and getting things set up. We’re level: score. Everything is still working and in order: score.Then my dad goes to put our y-adapter on the water-spout.
“You’ve got a problem.” He says it so calmly and coolly. The park’s water line has broken. Water is bubbling out (think opening credits of Beverly Hillbillies), and it’s starting to cover all the dryness in wetness. Fast.
The park manager, who had been mowing up till now, has just left the park. I call her, and she is quick to turn around. She calls her maintenance man, who also has just left, and he arrives only a few moments before she does. Ten to fifteen minutes after striking water, the main is shut off. Twenty to thirty minutes later, Maintenance Man, that superhero of mechanical proportions, has the park’s side of things patched up and the water back on and running. It’s brown, but it’s running.
Seven hours after Bridge and I left to move to the park and get things set up, we return to the house for dinner. We’re tired. We’re hot. We’re not very hungry, but we’re ready for a drink. A tall one, if possible.
After dinner, Bridge and I head back to the camper to finish settling everything. The kids stay the night again with grandparents, and Bridge and I have those drinks. We crash. Exhausted. But Saturday’s in the books.
Sunday! A day of rest, right? Wrong. This is moving day – er, weekend. We need two things: clean clothes and hot water.
So, Bridget camps at my parents’ house to tackle the laundry (clean clothes), and I camp at the camper to tackle the hot water heater.
My dad and kiddos join me at the camper. My dad and I are going to work on the hot water heater while the kiddos clean the camper. They clean it just fine and finish long before my dad and I do.
It takes a few hours, but we figure it out. Apparently, there’s a piece in the coupler that attaches to the tank that allows the hot water to flow out but no water to flow back in. Sounds nice. And I’m sure it is when it’s working. But the piece had come loose and wasn’t allowing any water to flow out nor in. After some debate, and a little effort, we’re able to reattach the piece and reinstall it. Voila! It works. Hot water, baby!
Everything is currently working. For some odd reason, we have little water pressure at the kitchen sink. We have great water pressure everywhere else, but the kitchen sink isn’t much better than a small trickle. I mean, it is better than a trickle, but not a whole lot better. However, we’re living with it.
We like our new spot. A lot. It’s big, open, and we’re not close to any other trailer. We have a tree. We have a concrete slab. We have wind and stickers, but we’re choosing not to focus on those. 😉 The kids love our new spot. It’s quiet, we’re close to the game room, and everything is currently working.
So, the day before we are supposed to move, our hot water goes out. The day we move is just a long list of Murphy’s Law. The day after we move isn’t much better, but we finally get settled. Two days after moving, the hot water gets fixed and everything is back to as normal as we can have it.
Folks, it all sounds difficult and depressing. Well, it kinda is. But our hope is not in this world nor its systems. Our hope is in Christ. He is our hope. I guarantee you, if He wasn’t, and if He wasn’t the reason we live the way we do, we’d be looking to turn in our RV for a good ol’ sticks & bricks. I’m not saying that thought doesn’t cross our mind from time to time, especially after a weekend like we just had, but He is worth so much more.
So, anything like this ever happen to you? I bet it’s quite the story. I’d love to hear it.
Be sure to read anything you can get your hands on by Gene Edwards. His books on The Ecclesia/Church are the best and most radical. Milt Rodriguez and Frank Viola “basically” got all of their stuff from Gene and were trained by him.. Gene Edwards is Dean of The House Church Movement. Look up his books on Amazon or http://www.seedsowers.com. Everything that Seedsowers publishes or has on their list is the best!
He is in Jacksonville Florida. Both Milt and Frank lived in his community for awhile.
A Tale of Three Kings and The Divine Romance are his two best sellers on The Deeper Christian Life. Divine Romance by Gene Edwards is about Gods search for A Bride.