While the guy's adventure is much more interesting than the gal's, I can give you an idea of a typical day on the road. Dad is always up first, between 5:30 and 6:00 a.m. He gets the coffee ready and feeds Bo (the dog). We all start waking up and planning the day. Mom and I usually stay out of the way while the guys get their gear together and hit the road. We kiss them goodbye between 8:00 and 9:00 a.m. That gives us the motorhome to ourselves to do our own cleaning up (ourselves and our RV home). Time to break camp means disconnecting water, power, and septic (cable, if we're lucky). Then raise jacks, program the GPS for the next park and hit the road. We carry our phones because we always get a morning report....either the guys are ready to be picked up, they fill us in on the road ahead, or anything else they see.
This particular morning seemed pretty routine to start with, but the guys called to say once they had gone about 15 miles, the shoulder, while still nice and wide, was made from large gravel and as such, was pretty hard to ride on. Most of the time when they ask to be picked up, they're in a parking lot or rest area....easy to find. This time we had to travel to a certain mile marker where Keith was standing, start merging into the shoulder, where Dad was to direct me off the road enough to not be a hazard. We then traveled to the next RV park (I'm always happy to turn the wheel back to Dad), Parnell Creek. After doing all the usual hookups, everyone rewarded themselves with a swim in a salt water pool, and Mom, Dad and Keith played miniature golf while I started dinner.
...Vicki
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