Full-time RVing is the funnest thing in the world.
Except when it isn't. Like when you have sewer problems.
We arrived at our southern California RV home (til December 31st), chose an RV site with shade, and started the process of setting up camp. My Fella takes care of all the outside hook-ups while I level the jacks, bring out the slides and restore order inside JohnnyDisco.
I'd just finished the final slide when My Fella yells for me to "go find someone from maintenance". Oh oh.
Turns out the sewer was clogged up from the last RV-er that was in this spot. And both our black and grey tanks were full and needed to be dumped ASAP. Of course. The one time we travel with full tanks and this happens. Arg.
I found the maintenance manager who came right over and informed us that this particular site shouldn't have been available, since the plumbing crew wasn't coming out til the weekend. Oops.
It was just a miscommunication between maintenance and the front office and really no big deal. We were determined to snag this site because it provided the best shade and the SoCal forecast was calling for more hot, sunny weather (35C) for the next week or so. So we worked it out to simply move to the site next door til the plumbing issue was fixed.
But then when we were packing up the rig to move, one of our back jacks got stuck in the down position. My Fella lubed it with WD40, and .... nothing.
In the end, we went old school for a couple days; using the facilities at the RV park and using plastic bins to wash ourselves, our dogs and our supper dishes. Not all at once.
And the emergency plumbers showed up early this morning and got right to work.
Everything is fixed now and we're hooked up and happy.
Except for that stupid jack problem.
Our hydraulic jacks have been getting a good workout the past couple weeks - up and down, up and down - almost every day. The plan is to let them rest 'til the weather cools off a bit next week and try them again. If the back one doesn't come up, we'll have to call the RV service guy to come take a peek.
But we're here. In the sun.
There are definitely worse places to be stuck with a lame jack.