Goofus and Doofus Go RVing

Have you ever seen the movie "RV" with Robin Williams?  If you have, then you can skip this entry and just imagine our faces in his place.  For the rest of you who think we are fairly intelligent people, read on, and keep an open mind about remaining friends with us yahoos.

A couple of days ago, we had the RV day from hell.  We woke up to a brilliant dese

rt morning at the OK RV Park in Holbrook, AZ just off old Route 66. Eager to eat breakfast at the famous Joe and Aggie's Cafe, we started our RV shutdown routine.  Now the day before I had decided to do a little organizing and found that our shower - that we use for storage - was partially filled with what appeared to be waste water (I'll leave the liquid description out).  Hmmm...turns out the waste tank monitor doesn't work, and since we're oblivious, we let the tank overflow and back up into the shower.  Yum.  So on this fine day we decided to dump again for safe measure.  First I had to remove the "poop tube" as we call it.  

Idiot move #1:  Bending over to find my rubber gloves, I leaned into the heater

exhaust thingamajig and burned a big hole in my only fleece - a big cigar burn - great.  

Idiot move #2:  After successfully dumping the waste into the sewer without making any contact with the poop tube, we start to clean the tube with water using a hose.  Sarah aims the spray down the tube while I hold it upright.  Easy enough, yes?  No.  She says, "Wiggle it around to get the sides."  So I wiggle and the spray hits the edge of the tube and flies up into her face and hair.  I then drop the tube, and it splashes all over my shoes.  

Idiot move #3:  We get cleaned up and head to the Petrified Forest Nat'l Park.  Admittedly I took the turn a little fast and then Crash!  Wincing, we turn around and find a whole saucepan of chicken-water (I had poached chicken the night before and left the pan on the stove) dumped all over the carpet.  So now we're driving in a can of chicken noodle soup.  Buster immediately lapped it up to help. 

 

Fortunately there are places that will shampoo RV carpet (who knew?) which we did in Gallup, NM a couple hours later.  And if these trials and tribulations weren't enough, we also dealt with constant 30-40 mph winds, that had we done any research, we may have learned is the Spring norm in northern AZ and NM.  It followed us all day, whipping sand in our eyes, smacking us in the face.  I guess that was Mother Nature's punishment for being morons.