Pat Anderson":3uyrwvru said:
More impressive than replies is the number of views - 140,369!
You know what they say about people not being able to look away from a train wreck? :wink:
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We're on the downward side of our trip back to the water. Last night we stopped for the night at a "free" campground in Kansas (the 1st 48 hours are no charge for water and elec.) Here's the story...
Looking at destinations just over half way between Sioux City, Iowa, and Dallas, Texas... up pops Chanute, Kansas. So, here we are in the birthplace of the "Love Shack" (my name for our 5th wheel, an LS model)... again. The drive was uneventful, but (as you'd expect) the park is thick with people. The temp is around 90 degrees, it's sunny and breezy. Lots of baseball games going on. The RV section by the main drag is nearly full... several bunkhouse units with a carnival name on the side (is this becoming an on-going theme?). Hoping for some quiet, we went to the side by the golf course. One site left!
Ah, we must be living right. We unhooked the cargo trailer, positioning it so we could easily move it; backed the LS into the site, dropped the gear and stabilizers, and hooked up. Within seconds after we pulled out the awning, the old Class C next to us erupted with sound and smoke. No, it's not on fire... it was two teenage girls driving an electric kiddie car... with the kid and the parents screaming at them ("Mine! Mine!"). The smoke? Apparently the family is sacrificing some sort of animal to the smoke gods... huge billowing clouds of smoke and the smell of burning grease. Nice. The kid got the kiddie car back and nearly ran us over while we were standing right next to the LS. Izzy freaked and left a cloud of her own smoke as she ran for the door. "Let me in!" I don't speak cat, but the message was clear. The dad grabbed the kid by the arm and asked him the age old question, "Do you want an ass whooping?" I didn't hear an answer, but I was about to vote in favor of it when Joan stopped me.
We put our chairs under the awning and took in the ambiance of the only RV site filled with the smoke of the next door neighbors. On the bright side, the peace and quiet was interrupted by the Mother screaching at the kid: "Don't drive that thing on the gravel! I mean it - don't! Do you hear me? Don't drive that thing on the gravel!" Fortunately, that only went on for 20 minutes or so while the kid stared blankly at her and drove the kiddie car on the gravel. Finally, the Mom drug the kid back to their site and went back to get the kiddie car. She removed the battery. "You will sit for 5 minutes and not make a sound, young man!" That lasted for almost 12 seconds and then the kid got out his little bicycle with training wheels and circled their Class C. Repeatedly. It wasn't long before whatever they were incinerating was deemed cooked and the kid was told to come eat with the family... 20 or 30 times. On the really bright side, the billowing smoke finally quit.
So, as near as I can tell, there are 5 of them in that Class C...
Interesting job of parking - they had to drive OVER that parking stop...
Not so long ago, I posted something about the summer "amateurs" and RVing (we prefer to RV in the winter).
Mother Nature must have felt we deserved a pleasant end to the day...
Tonight, we are just outside of Dallas, about to spend a couple days with Joan's Mom. The drive across Oklahoma on two lane roads in an abysmal state of disrepair today... an adult beverage, a nice discussion of motorcycles with the neighbor... yeah, I'm almost ready for the next couple days. :wink:
Best wishes,
Jim B.