I JUST CANNOT SEEM TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE!!.

  Our weather is finally getting better here…The campfires have been much more tolerable when not bundled up like a “fasionable” Eskimo.. McGyver is in his glory…

Our Hiker is a real  DIRTY site…She hasn’t bathed since October (PEEEEYOU!)..And we have driven some dirty, wet, icky roads in the 6 weeks we’ve been gone.  I wanted to give her a bath, but after reading the park rules, (and amazingly, I actually DID read them), I discovered there is NO washing of RV’s or vehicles in the park..OK..I can understand that since the wildfires..I’m sure they are conserving water.  Alas, our fiver’s front side was covered with bugs and black streaks, and under her it tongue was caked with dirt..(Checking under the tongue of a fiver is no easy task…Open Wiiiiiide!….BATA BING, BATA BOOM!)..I told Dennis I was going to put some water in a bucket and take my spray bottle of 409 outside…Maybe if I just sprayed and used a scrubby I could clean her up a bit under the tongue and on the front..I started under the tongue and got it pretty clean using minimal cleaners and lots of elbow grease, and I rinsed with a wet rag….NO HOSE WAS INVOLVED IN THE CLEANING OF THIS RV!…This worked so well, I drug out the ladder and began to attack the front end with the same menial tools, except I needed our long handled brush to reach to the top…This was my big mistake, I guess….

  I filled the bucket half full with clean hot water from the sink…NO, I CERTAINLY DIDN’T GET OUT THE HOSE!!.. I put a small hand towel over the  brush, dipped it in the water and climbed the ladder to see if I could at least loosen the bugs a bit…Just as I was seeing some results, the park Gustapo lady rolled up on her little moped and screamed at me..”I’m sorry, Ma’am, you are NOT allowed to wash your camper in the park!”..My answer was “Ma’am, I have no hose hooked up, I am just getting the bugs off the front..”  And her retort was, “Would you like to read the rules?”…OK, now you all know me by now.  I CAN be one to stretch the rules, but I figured a spray bottle of 409 , and a wet towel was not wasting any park water. ..I politely yelled back, “I’ve read the rules, and I don’t consider this washing my whole camper, I’m just cleaning the bugs and dirt off the front!!”…She just shook her head no, and started to drive off..I couldn’t resist the last word, so I said shouted at her as she zoomed away, “I just have a spray bottle!!!!”… What I wanted to say was #^@!*##@!!!!!

  So, with 1/2 of the front looking somewhat better, I begrudgingly put my SPRAY BOTTLE away, and mumbled to myself the whole time. “And,where was McGyver?”, you ask…Actually, he came out earlier and offered to help me reach the top, but I said I could do it, so he went back inside. I KNEW I should have allowed him to help..He could have been the recipient of the abuse I received from Moped Park Cop.!  I did keep the ladder out, (partly just to antagonize) and washed the Hiker windows with a SPRAY BOTTLE of Windex.  All the time, I was whispering to myself, “Just let her come and tell me to quit washing my window…then there WILL be a problem!) ..Hmmm, did I remember to bring my bail bondsman card?”..Better yet, what would our son-in-saw, Detective Heiser, say??

“WANTED”

…RULE BREAKER AND ABUSER OF GOOD FASHION TASTE..

 

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Above, is our view looking East, out McGyver’s back window, the other is looking West out my side window this morning..

Yesterday we took the drive to do laundry and get groceries…Rt 306 into New Braunfels is very a very hilly and pretty drive..You might notice that I also managed to wash our truck windshield yesterday, pushing the envelope even further..

Above, left picture is the Canyon Lake Dam.  We drive by it on the way to Sattler to do laundry…

Middle photo is another RV park along Rt. 306.  There are lots of huge rocks from the hills around here…

 

This is a photo of some of the condos built up on the hillside around Canyon Lake..The view of the lake from the balconies must be fabulous!!

(No, that’s not a comet in the sky..That’s a streaky “windshield meteor”) 

 

I have been having an issue with our stove light, or lack thereof, since we got the Hiker.  It is so dim, I can hardly see to cook..(That has been my excuse, anyway.)..Well, yesterday, McGyver and I stopped at Camping World and he picked up a new light with mucho more illumination.  And after some swearing about not being able to remove the range hood to attach it ,( and some superior flashlight holding from MOI),…..

TRA DA!!……Charlie Alpha Victor Edward  niner one zero, cleared for landing on runway one three....10-4.

Well, we have decided that when we leave here Monday AM, we will program “Carleton”, the  GPS,  for Falcon State Park, North of Roma, TX.  Yes, we know…they have had big trouble (AK-47 killing, for one) on the lake there, concerning the drug cartels.  After some online safety checking,we found that the park is still busy and security is good.  The worrisome part is for the fishermen, who stray on the Mexico side of Falcon Lake.  This is too bad, because this is a big Bass lake and they even have had fishing tournaments.  Well,  McGyver and I won’t be fishing any time soon.  And, as it is anywhere near a border town, everyone is encouraged to be very cognoscente of your surroundings and stay away from certain areas.(.not unlike going into Chicago…!)..

We haven't’ been there in 3 years, and know for a fact the weather is always much warmer in that area.  They are still under a burn ban, but they usually are…At least I can sit outside during cocktail hour in my “Spring like” ensembles and enjoy the Green Jays,  Wild Javelina,  (no, those are NOT cocktails, they are hogs and birds! Thank you, Judy) and the occasional Roadrunner visiting our campsite..Maybe I can even wash my Hiker…

 

I must say, we have had a few very strange “characters” wandering through our campsite here!!  But, then..I should be the last one to comment on “characters”!! Thanks for following THIS one!!

 

“It is a good idea to obey all the rules when you're young just so you'll have the strength to break them when you're old.”  ~ Mark Twain