We arrived and found our allotted spot. Kahuna backed the coach in with the skill of a long haul trucker squeezing into a pickle park for the night. We hooked up, slid out and hunkered down in minutes and were set up for our stay. The evening was beautiful and we walked around the park taking in all the empty slots and quietness of the area. Well except for the trains going by every 15 minutes. Did I mention that the driving range backed up to the train tracks and our spot was right next to the driving range? There was also the buzz of the heavy duty electric wires. We admired the green grass and the little pond and listened to the heavy traffic sound coming off of the 10 interstate. We were ready for a relaxing week.
Night came fast and we settled in for a much needed rest. The coach was dark and we had both just drifted off into slumber when the coach began too shake. I jumped up thinking that finally the San Andreas had fractured and California was on its way into the Pacific Ocean. Kahuna too sat upright in bed and grabbed for the flashlight. We looked at one another then realized it wasn’t the big quake it was just a heavily burdened freight train struggling through the night. This went on all night. So much for peaceful relaxation.
The next morning Kahuna brought me coffee and we discussed the nocturnal activities of not only the rumbling freight trains and the whir of the traffic but we wondered if we would have some type of rare cancer from sleeping under the transmission lines. He then left for a meeting and I stayed to lounge away my day in relative peace. Then I heard loud voices. I looked out the window and saw two elderly gentlemen engaged in lively conversation. I figured, heck I’m out here with the octogenarians they are probably just hard of hearing. Which brings me to another point of R.V.-ing. Have you ever stopped to think that most of the R.V.-er’s are actually of advanced age?
These octogenarians with their slow responses, compromised hearing and diminished eyesight are driving rigs that are forty feet long and towing a car. They are traveling at high rates of speeds on busy highways and most R.V. parks are set up to either back into your spot or are in difficult areas to enter. Yeah I don’t think we have thought that whole thing through thoroughly. Now where was I? Oh yeah back to the two gentlemen having the lively conversation. I had to get something out of one of the lower bays so I was outside when I realized they weren’t having a discussion, they were arguing. Then one of the men grabbed the other one in a head lock and started dragging him around. I stood frozen. I watched amazed at the agility and dexterity of these men as they danced one way then the other.
Next thing I know a woman who looked like the See’s Chocolate lady comes charging out of one of the motor homes and pries them apart.
To think I was concerned about these guys fighting traffic.