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Using the RV bathroom and other traumatic stuff! — June 9, 2015

Using the RV bathroom and other traumatic stuff!

Remember me mentioning last night it was hailing? That was the precursor to eight straight hours of flash floods.  For those who haven’t hit their 50’s yet, I suspect you are not waking up every three hours to use “the facilities”.  Confession time again.  Up to now, both of us have made conscientious decisions to use any other bathroom other than the one on our RV.  It hasn’t been too hard.  On the first day, there were rest stops; the first night there was the RV prison; yesterday there were half way decent public restrooms, but last night the flash floods made us prisoners in our RV.  So I bit the bullet and gave it a try.  Just a bit of background.  I am 5’2″, Ilan says he is 5’7″ (not); the toilet on our RV is actually pretty high up, so instead of sort of squatting to sit ( I line all the toilets with paper first) , you have to to sort of jump up to sit.  Once you do, your feet dangle about two feet off the ground.  I don’t know about you, but I am not very comfortable doing my business, four feet off the ground, with my feet dangling: it is a very strange sensation and not very conducive if you know what I mean.  Additionally, the bathroom wall abuts the bed….you hear everything.  The icing on the cake—we both also had asparagus last night……..

Since I am focusing right now on the physical aspects of the inside of the RV, lets talk about the sleeping arrangements/bed.  Again, we are relatively short, but in the RV bed, even our feet hang off the end of the bed; but when your feet hang off the end of the bed in the RV, they are hanging into the kitchen sink–this is not a joke.  Moreover, although we are used to sleeping in a queen sized bed, this one is not even a double.  So imagine last night.  We finally figured out how to use the air conditioner, which is akin to having a generator next to your head; then there was the constant staccato of the rain–more like gunshots—all going on at the same time—not to be left out–Ilan’s snoring because he is sick and his throat is closed up.  Additionally, I was nervous about carbon monoxide poisoning as I wasn’t sure if the AC was running on electricity or propane (can you get carbon monoxide poisoning from propane?) So don’t ask me if I slept well.

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RV parks—the perfect place for Hollywood A-listers to hide out and other suggestions…. —

RV parks—the perfect place for Hollywood A-listers to hide out and other suggestions….

I always wondered about those ads for Ford or GMC trucks bragging that their truck was the number one vehicle sold in America. How could it be true? I don’t know anyone that drives one; I have never seen one in the FIve Towns or in NYC, well, news flash everyone, it is true. Everyone south of Washington DC drives one or has one in the driveway or has a tattoo with the the front grill from a truck on their bicep.   The other place you will find them is in RV parks.  It is only day #2 and now I want one!!!!!! NOT!!!!!!!  By the way, on a somewhat related note, I have found the perfect solution for Hollywood A-listers who are tired of being mobbed in public or of the paparazzi following them—come stay in an RV park. Why? Because no one here would know who you were or would care.  They don’t have cable; they don’t get newspaper deliveries and they don’t have wi-fi. Just imagine a random area, off the main road, with a septic tank; a few sticks with an old fashioned electrical plug on the stick and bathrooms that date back to the Cold War and there you have the RV park we stayed in last night. No wonder there are so may unsolved crimes, that’s because all you have to do is commit a crime, then hide out in an RV park, no one will ever find you.  I also now understand those news reports of a decomposed body being discovered in a trailer and the body having been there for years!!!!!!!!!!!

We got a very late start this morning for a number of reasons; Ilan felt very crappy in the morning; we did not have time to organize our stuff the night before and the RV was a mess (don’t forget Ilan is a neat freak and I have become somewhat neater in my old age) and we were both very hesitant to go shower in the sheds (when you are parked in an RV park that has bathrooms and showers it is much preferable to use them instead of your own facilities for a whole host of valid reasons–not the least of which is simply having more space and unlimited hot water.

I forgot to mention a few very important things earlier.  Ilan and I have adopted a healthier way of life and have radically altered our eating habits which as it turns out are almost impossible to adapt for an RV lifestyle.  We start off with hot water and lemon in the morning but I could not find the hot cups; nor the lemons;  then we use a magic bullet (which I shlepped) together with my Nespresso machine; protein and green powders; several supplements, almond milk and vitamins and an endless supply of fresh berries (I brought everything except the countless supply of berries because I thought for sure we would find countless organic farm stands along the way–lol on that one–so far we have not seen one.  Then I could not find the powders or the vitamins. Why? Because my very organized and neat husband had indeed managed to find a place for everything, but put everything in such random places, that we could not find anything we needed. So once again we were running late, and finally got out of the RV prison at around 12 after being up since 7.

Our first stop was the Front Royal Entrance to the Shenandoah National Park, which is also referred to as the Sky Line.  I read about it in my 1,000 Places book (now viewed by me as suspect) and it was about fifteen minutes away.  As we exited the RV park, I asked the guard for directions to the entrance and he said “its real simple, you go to the end of the road, then you make a left, then you go straight for aways, then you make a right but stay in the the left lane, then you go to the light and make a right, but stay in the right lane, then you go through the town and then and then and then…..I was finally able to stop him after the tenth “make a right” and said, “you have to be kidding, you said that it was easy”, and started to repeat himself—I stopped him and then asked him to repeat it and we recorded him. TG for smart phones!!!!!!!! Sidebar—as I write this it is hailing, no joke, on a metal roof.  Anyway, we figured things could only get better–right????

We stopped at the visitors center to pick up a map and ask some questions.  I just wanted to confirm that the route I had created with AAA was correct.  I had figured out that we would drive for about an hour and a half on the sky line and then take a detour to Thomas Jefferson’s home in Monticello; visit some plantations and then head to Colonial Williamsburg and arrive there in the early evening.  Without skipping a beat the woman behind the desk said, oh no, the route you mapped out would mean spending four hours on the skyline and then you needed to drive another hour and a half to Monticello, which would mean you would arrive there after closing time.  She also was surprised that we were not planning on going to the Luray Caverns, another “must see” in my book.  So we thought about readjusting our itinerary, but tabled it for later in the day.  We arrived at the entrance to the Shenandoah National Park and met our first park ranger—yes folks, they really wear that smokey the bear hat.  We whipped out our America the Beautiful passes and were so proud of ourselves for being so prepared –that is the “one pass” for all the national parks and handed them over to her.  She looked at us in a funny way and said, is there an another RV traveling with you, because you only need one pass per car–needless to say I missed that sentence on the website.

Anyway, we stopped at their visitors center and saw all these great pictures of bears, deer, eagles, etc. on the walls and could not wait to have our own sightings. So we quickly headed back to the RV armed with our brochures, maps and cameras.  We drive for ten minutes, then twenty minutes, then forty five minutes–not one glimpse of any wildlife; nothing, not even a pigeon or roadkill! Sure the scenery is beautiful, but it looked exactly like the Catskill Mountains–but not as nice.  We decided then and there that there was no need to stay on that road for four hours, that we should instead indeed detour to Luray Caverns, which we did.  Forty-five minutes later we arrived there and then had to wait another half an hour on line.  Confession time again. Since I turned 50 I have gotten very anxious about going into tunnels, and underground places–but I said to myself before this trip, that I was going to fight my fears and overcome them, so I didn’t mention my concerns to Ilan when I read about the caverns–which are underground limestone caves–and had not put it on our original itinerary deliberately.  We went through a doorway and started descending into the caves, I was doing ok by reminding myself that I didn’t want to be a Debbie Downer and that three year olds were on this tour as well as octogenarians, so I needed to get over myself.  Then I said to myself that if nothing else, the cold felt really good—another age related thing.  About ten minutes into the tour, all the while talking myself into how beautiful everything was, telling myself to breathe deeply; think about other things other than the fact that we were three hundred feet underground when suddenly Ilan leaned over and said very weakly, “I have to get out of here right now; I am really sick, I have the chills, I’m cold, I need to leave, NOW!” We went over to the tour guide and asked which direction we should go to get out and she said, oh no, someone has to come and escort you out. Its too dark and dangerous for you to go alone. Needless to say the whole group had to wait for our guide to appear, which they were not happy about. A guide came, escorted us out and we emerged into the heat, except that the sun was no longer shining.

In fact, it was looking pretty ominous out there when Ilan told me that he could not possibly drive. It was now 3:00 and I knew that for sure we could not make it to Monticello before closing time, and so we decided to proceed to Colonial Williamsburg, some three hours away, hoping to get there before dark.  Ilan picked out an RV park from the directory, called for a reservation, took three advils, curled up into a ball in the front seat with his pillow and proceeded to nap.  Just then the skies opened up and I drove through one of the most torrential rainstorms I have every seen, on mountainous, curving roads, all the while literally clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles. Ilan woke up about two hours later, took over the driving and thankfully we arrived at a surprisingly nice RV park. I am having trouble figuring out how to upload photos from my phone to the laptop and then to the blog—but when I do I will upload some photos.

Day #1 — June 8, 2015

Day #1

Drive off time was scheduled for 9 am.  Ilan woke up with a very bad sore throat and a fever.  Should we go or should we hold off until he felt better? We decided that he would head over to the urgent care facility and we would wait to hear what the doctor had to say about his condition.  While he was there, I loaded up the RV with the refrigerated and frozen stuff; made up the bed in the RV and gathered up all of our vitamins, shake ingredients, the magic bullet and of course the Nespresso machine.  Then I got back on the internet and on the phone to again attempt to get driving directions to the New Jersey Turnpike for trucks or RV’s.  Then it hit me, why not call the DOT or the MTA?? Great idea, except that today is Sunday and their offices are closed.  I figured that there had to be some human at some office of the MTA Bridges and Tolls office and indeed after numerous prompts, a guy answered at the Verrazano Bridge office.  I explained my predicament and in a ‘fuggetaboutit” Brooklyn accent said: “hey lady, whad are you worried about, its an RV, its a mobile home, its not a truck, you can go on the Belt Parkway.  I was shocked, so I asked him again….”are you sure I can go on the Belt Parkway in an RV when the RV office specifically told us that we could not go on any parkways with the RV.”  He replied: “lady, ya gotta trust me here, I know whad I am saying (what a relief as it appeared that in order to get to the Verrazano Bridge with a commercial vehicle you had to go really way out of the way which would have added at least an hour and a half to two hours to the normal time of about an hour …..so when Ilan came home around 12 ish with a prescription for a z-pack and lidocaine to gargle with, he said lets go.  He made a few trips into the RV with the last of our stuff and headed into the RV at around 1:30pm.

It was my first time actually sitting in the RV as a passenger and within seconds of pulling out of the driveway, I said to Ilan that there must be something wrong with my seat (just an FYI, I have been having back problems for the last few years—some days are worse than others, today was not one of the good days).  I told him that I could not see over the dashboard; its just not comfortable—too soft, no support, no good!!!!!!!!!  I told him that he had to pull over immediately. I went to the back of the RV and took a few of the bed pillows and made a higher cushioned seat.  It wasn’t much better, but I knew there was no way we were turning back. What was I thinking? Six weeks of this? I’ll never make it, I can’t last an hour like this.  He gave me that look and pulled back onto the road.  We had to stop a few times to tie down a few things that were rattling around the back and we were again on our way.

We got to Rockaway Turnpike and were headed north to pick up the Belt Parkway.  Just as we got to the entrance to the Belt Parkway I looked at Ilan and asked him if he was sure we should try it and he said yes.  Wow, this was great; the traffic wasn’t bad and we could really make up the lost time. Within five minutes of being on the Parkway, we saw it in the distance.  The bane of every truckers existence.  AN OVERPASS!!!!!!!!!!!!  I heard Ilan utter something under his breath that sounded like “oh shit we are so screwed” and then he asked me if I remembered how high the guy at the RV place said the truck was—at this point I looked over at him and he was white as a sheet.  There were cars all around us and there was no exit off the parkway. The sign on the overpass said 10′ 6″ clearance—I remembered that the RV person told us that our RV was 12 feet high—you do the math!!!!!!!!! Ilan maneuvered over to the middle lane, slowed the RV to a crawl, cars started honking at us like crazy as he inched his was forward—as we sat there expecting to hear scraping or the sound of metal ripping.  Much to our surprise, we made it through with inches to spare—but we knew that we had to get off the parkway immediately, which we did.  Now what? We took North Conduit to Atlantic Avenue and we figured that we would eventually find someone to ask, and indeed we did.  We saw a cop who told us to keep going on Atlantic Avenue all the way and we would see a sign for I-278, the Brooklyn Queens Expressway which would take us to the Verrazano Bridge.  An hour and a half later we got to the Bridge.  What a relief!!!! It was then that Ilan revealed to me what had happened to him earlier while he was putting stuff on the RV that almost ended our trip before it began.

I had put a bunch of kitchen knives (my “meat” knives”)–which included a bunch of very sharp, long bladed knives—on the counter in the RV.  To make sure that they didn’t get mixed up with my pareve knives, Ilan decided to put the meat knives into a shopping bag.  I guess ’cause he doesn’t cook at all, he did not realize that the knives were very sharp.  He lifted up the bag and one of the knives cut right through the bottom of the bag and dropped blade down right through his sneaker, nicking his toe and embedding itself in the floor of the RV. He knew that it could not have actually gone through his foot because he wasn’t in a lot of pain. Luckily for him there wasn’t a lot of bleeding, so no second visit to urgent care was required.

The rest of the trip to the NJ Turnpike was pretty normal.  We started listening to “Don’t Know Much About the Civil War”, in preparation for the next two days of our trip.  At the first rest stop on the turnpike, I took over the driving and drove for the next few hours. It was my first time driving an RV and it is a very different experience than driving a car. For one thing, you need to hold the wheel very tightly with two hands as the winds really pushes you around and you have so many blind spots, despite the oversize mirrors. How was I supposed to talk on the phone, snack, drink my tea and drive all at the same time???

Following Waze, it took us about 7 hours from when we got on the turnpike to get to our first RV park: The North Fork Resort in Front Royal, Virginia. Ilan found the RV park in a directory of RV parks that we picked up at Barnes & Nobles.  It was rated AAA.  We got to the RV park at around 9pm, so it was very dark and we couldn’t really see much.  The woman in the “security” booth registered us; gave us a map of the RV park, assigned us space #32 and told us that it was $36 for the night. I started to tel her that we were totally new to this, that we really didn’t listen to the lecture at the RV place about all the hook-ups (in fairness, we were traumatized at the time about the no parkways issue) and that we needed some help and she said, sorry, I can’t help you with all that, but there is a bathroom near your spot and sent us on our way.  We got a bit lost in the park looking for our “spot”, but finally found it.  We pulled up next to another motor home and a pick-up truck. We got out of the car and within second were attacked by bugs.  We got back into the truck immediately and all I kept thinking was……and I have to pay for this????????????????  I had to go to the bathroom very badly and frankly did not want to go in the RV—so Ilan said he would walk me to the bathroom.  For those of you who went to sleep away camp BEFORE they put air conditioning and refrigerators in the bunks, you have just gotten the picture of the AAA rated North Fork Resort—I can only imagine what kind of place we would encounter at an “A” rated RV park!! Lets just say that I was so grateful Ilan insisted that I take my own toilet paper with me!!!  Walking back to the RV was traumatic as we were attacked by a swarm of moths that were attracted to our flashlights which we needed because we couldn’t see a foot in front of ourselves without them.  Did I mention that I LOVE nature??????  Needless to say the minute we opened up the door to the RV the moths came in for an extended visit as well.  Ilan then sprayed himself with a half a can of insect repellant so he could go outside and look for the hook up for the electricity and water.  I searched around for the Benadryl to treat all of the mosquito bites I got in the time it took to walk back to the RV from the outhouse.

Just then a huge motor home pulled up next to us.  They were a traveling country music band and they were kind enough to help “Ian” out. That was the name Ilan decided to use thinking it was easier to pronounce.  Eventually “Ian” got the hang of it  with a little help from his new friends and the electricity went on in the RV.  We spent the next half an hour swatting the moths (thank you Suzanne for the fly swatter) until we just gave up and “Ian” and I sat down at the table and just looked at each other.  Keeping in mind we still had not used the on board toilet yet nor the shower, we both wondered aloud how were we going to survive in 65 square feet for six weeks? “Ian” promptly announced he was going to sleep, apologized in advance for the snoring he knew he was going to do due to his sore throat and using my Iphone as a mobile hotspot, I opened up the laptop to write this latest blog entry. Indeed as promised, he is snoring heavily.  Heading to sleep myself.  Dear readers, if you don’t hear from me or Ilan for about two days, contact the authorities, we have either been killed or have killed each other! To be continued………………….

“The best laid plans of mice and men go awry”….from To a Mouse, by Robert Burns, 1786 — June 7, 2015

“The best laid plans of mice and men go awry”….from To a Mouse, by Robert Burns, 1786

Ilan spoke to the RV place Thursday and they said we could pick up the RV at 10:30 the following morning.  So Friday, June 5, 2015 we left the house early, did a few errands and headed to the North Shore. When we arrived the place was hopping—we didn’t know that the drop off/return time was 11am, so the parking lot was packed with returning RV’ers.  We went into the office, and our new best friend there, told us that he had gotten us a 2014 RV and that it was at the station having the propane tank filled; that we should take care of the paperwork and we would be out in 15 minutes.  Wow, things were really turning out great and then the other shoe dropped……..but here is some background first.

On our first visit to the RV place, Ilan asked if we could take the RV on all roads, and he said they told him yes.  When I went to AAA to work on the itinerary, I of course explained that we were taking an RV trip cross-country and we NEVER specifically discussed whether or not RV’s were allowed on the roads she had mapped out for us….I think you all know where this is heading…….. so back to Friday.  Ilan, curiously, asked the woman behind the counter, or more accurately said:  we can take the RV on any roads, right? She calmly responded: no.  You can’t take the RV on any parkways.  I really thought I was going to be sick right there and then.  I guess it was all too good to be true up until that point.  First snafu has to be a biggie of course!!  Our entire itinerary was worked out and based on using parkways.  Moreover, we had opted not buy any maps because we were going to use WAZE to guide us the entire trip.  Here is the second snafu, WAZE does not have a setting for RV’ers or truckers. Who knew.  We clearly should have!  What the hell were we supposed to do now?  I certainly was not going to print out Map Quest routes for our entire itinerary—that is so 2008—moreover I did not have time.  It would take hours and hours of work.  I called AAA, they suggested I go over to their office and re-do the whole route, that wasn’t happening. The woman behind the counter, recognizing a meltdown in the works and clearly wanting us out of that office before all the other RV’ers realized what a nightmare this was for them too; handed us a print out from Mapquest which had the driving directions from the RV place back to our house, avoiding the parkways and told us that our RV was outside.  We left the office, and got a lesson in how to use the RV.  I am sure you can imagine how much attention we paid to that lesson and how much we absorbed from that lesson—NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We left the place; Ilan drove the RV home and I led the way in our car, looking at the map quest directions instead of watching the road.  What should have been a twenty minute trip took an hour plus since we got lost a few times.  Why? Because in order to read the mapquest directions I had to put my reading glasses on, but I can’t drive with them nor can I read street signs with them, so I got lost a few times. In the interim, I could tell that Ilan was trying to call me, but the his attempts to call were actually coming through on my car, as he still had his bluetooth on, so it was like he was calling himself, twenty times.  I kept looking at his face in the rear view mirror and it was not a happy one!!!!!  As I was driving, I was thinking how used to the WAZE robot’s voice we have become and how reliant on the service we are—or at least Ilan and I are—our motto is “Trust the WAZE”, that is, until it sends you to Neiman Marcus; that is, the person, Neiman Marcus, not the store.  Yes that has happened to me, but that is another story for another day.

We arrived home at around 12:30.  We forged ahead as we were on a very tight schedule.  Ilan started loading the heavier stuff into the storage area underneath the RV, and I, with help from Amelia, our wonderful housekeeper (by the way, she is available two days a week if anyone needs a fantastic, reliable, hard working housekeeper on the south shore of Long Island–contact me privately at amymosery@gmail.com and I will give you her information) began to clean the RV.  Armed with my bucket and brushes, I climbed into the RV and was immediately hit with a wave of vertigo.  Oh my God I thought, this can’t be happening; ok Amy, take deep breaths, fight it, its going to be okay, you can’t be dizzy, its only the first minute of being in the RV!!!.  I did not panic; I figured I should go outside, get some fresh air, which I did.  I waited a minute or two, then went back into the RV and proceeded to get dizzy again.  Now I knew I had to tell Ilan.  I told him that something just wasn’t right, that the RV seemed to be on tilt and it was making me sick.  He said I was just imaging things and told me to stop being a drama queen.  Despite how awful I felt, and how dizzy I was, I did my best to carry my weight which was pretty hard to do while crawling around the floor of the RV, because I couldn’t stand up due to the vertigo. Two hours later a very green Amy emerged from a very clean RV.

Next activity on the schedule; setting up for a pre-shabbos kiddush next to the RV.  A word of advice, plating herring, salami and fried chicken livers is not a good activity nor remedy for someone with nausea!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Unbeknownst to me at that time, a very odd pattern seemed to emerge amongst the women at the kiddush.  Several women, upon entering the RV immediately experienced a wave of vertigo and nausea, and shared that with Ilan, who was giving them a tour of the RV—however, Ilan, ‘coincidentally’, neglected to mention these similar episodes to me. As it turned out, someone discovered that the culprit was a rather large dip in our driveway.  When Ilan parked the RV, one of the wheels was in the dip, causing the RV to be on a slant, it was like being on the tilt-a-whirl ride at the amusement park. What a relief to know that it was that and not me—and by the way, I don’t do rides!!!!!!!!!!  Everyone wished us well, but my favorite send-off was “go in peace and don’t come back in pieces”!!IMG_1739IMG_1734IMG_1729IMG_1709IMG_1728IMG_1732IMG_1731IMG_1725IMG_1721IMG_1716IMG_1719 (1) IMG_1711

Back in the house, I did a really dumb thing.  I did a deep knee bend to get something from a bottom drawer in the kitchen and then did a weird twist getting up and felt something funky happen in my knee.  Almost immediately I had one of those, how could I be so stupid moments. I started the advil, ice/prop up my leg throughout the evening thing, but the pain persisted throughout the night, together with a bit of swelling.  Visions of crutches, needles draining fluid from my knee, seeing Yellowstone from the seat of a wheelchair were now playing over and over in my head.  Not to be outdone, or was it simple jealousy, Ilan woke up with a fever and a bad sore throat….all this a mere 24 hours from drive-off. Despite feeling really crappy, Ilan has spent the last two hours trying to figure out how we get from our home in Long Island to the New Jersey Turnpike without going on any parkways—something we still have not figured out—but hopefully AAA will be able to help us in the morning.  Our goal for day one is to arrive at our first RV park near the Front Royal entrance to the Shenandoah National Park outside of Washington, DC in daylight.  Will keep you posted……

Amy’s Initial Packing Effort — June 4, 2015

Amy’s Initial Packing Effort

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Did some very preliminary research into the weather in the various regions we will be heading to.  High 70’s/low 80’s in Virginia, hotter as we head to Charleston and Savannah; very hot and humid in New Orleans (high 80’s/low 90’s); high 80’s/low 90’s in Texas, hotter as we head to New Mexico and Arizona and Nevada.  Milder in LA, cooler as we head north, a bit chilly in the mornings in the national parks up north; 60’s-70’s during the day and chillier in the evenings (and in the caves and caverns).  That said, I packed light weight “trekking’ type clothing from LuluLemon; Athleta and Ex-Officio (Skorts and pants) including t-shirts, skirts and pants; one dress; two light weight fleece tops and a hooded Marmot rain jacket/windbreaker; two straw type hats; one fleece hat and scarf (‘just in case’); light weight gloves and walking sticks; pajamas (light weight stuff and some sweatpants and sweatshirts); Smartwool socks; a pair of Merrill hiking shoes; a pair of keene light hiking/walking shoes; Keene water shoes; Teva flip-flops; Adidas Sneakers; Nike sneakers and a pair of Sam Edelman “Birkenstock” type sandals; a knapsack; fanny pack; a fanny pack with a water bottle holder; Small cross body cell phone holder and wallet (two color patterns); my manicure set from H20 nails in Cedarhurst .

Everything old is new again……………………… — June 3, 2015
Hi, Ilan here………. — June 2, 2015

Hi, Ilan here……….

For the past 2 months my life was as perfect as could be…………..my wife was too busy preparing for this trip so she was out of my hair, the real question is: “where can I hide in a 25′ RV?”

Everyday when I come home from work (golf) I find a mountain of things I need to buy for this trip that I never knew existed: special RV toilet paper at $2.50 a roll; an RV tooth brush holder; special rubber gloves to wear while cleaning the ‘sewer tank’–oh shit, I sure hope Amy knows how to do that!!!!!!!!!!!

All kidding aside, I was a bit nervous when we (ha ha) decided to take this trip, especially after our first visit to the RV place in Roslyn, NY.  The place looked a bit shady, so much so that I kept looking at my car to make sure it was still there….

After a few weeks we decided that a second trip to look at the RV a bit more closely was in order.  I was pleasantly surprised at how much storage space there was for my golf clubs and the rest of my tools (Amy’s one pair of shoes and on pair of sneakers would fit perfectly under the bed). The ‘truck’ was clean and in great shape –from the outside—under the hood….we will find out soon!!

I just hope Amy likes to drive!!!!!!

More later……….

someone please help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!