This week, my motorhome wanted to try her hand at blogging:
Before I begin my story, I want to remind everyone that I am a 31-foot Brave Winnebago, and even though some may consider me old, seeing I came off the manufacturing line in 1996, I have only been driven 63,665 miles.
I have been parked in Organ, N.M., since October with only short jaunts out to refill the LP gas tank when necessary. Recently, my people, Cathy and Norm, took me out for a week-long trip. It was great to get out and explore so I want to share some of my experiences, both good and bad.
Our first stop was Dalhart, Texas. During the day I was parked at Rita Blanca Park when this dust storm struck. I had sand in every pore, window and storage compartment.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, as I was being driven on Highway 54 toward Guymon, Okla., I got struck with a gust of wind. I would estimate that the wind gust was 70 mph and it got up underneath my antennae and peeled back part of my roof, cracked the air conditioning cover and ripped off my antennae.
How embarrassing to be so exposed! After temporary repairs were made, I limped into Guymon at 2 a.m.
So, if we start the week with extreme weather conditions, why not finish them with a different variety?
Being driven through a snow storm on my way to Clayton, N.M., was definitely a new experience, and one I do not care to repeat! Thank goodness I am heavy and my people have experience driving in winter conditions, after all, they are from Wisconsin. I rolled along slow and sure.
Despite inclement weather, I had a good time exploring and had plenty of positive experiences to counter act the weather. I especially enjoyed the people I mingled with during the week. They were crazy, many of them running 26.2 miles every day for five days, but they were also friendly, caring and determined.
My people also decorated me to celebrate Easter. All right, I admit the decorations were originally meant to hang on the runner canopy but because of the weather, they festooned my side window with the pleasant spring colors.
The huge puff balls of tissue sat on the couch for a day or two to see what would happen with the weather. But, once determined it would be too windy to hang them outside, my people hung them up on my window instead. I loved the attention I received.
I enjoyed my week long outing and I overheard my people talk about another trip coming up in April. I hope I encounter milder weather on the next outing, but I look forward to seeing the many friends I made.
These trips out and about the great United States are a perfect way to experience and explore new places. I may be old, but not too old to enjoy myself; and life can only get better with a new roof.