Prescott
Prescott
We got up and ye busied himself with getting the rv ready to deploy. There were tires to fill, tanks to empty, an antenna to lower, a spare tire to hoist back up to its proper storage place, etc. While he was working outside, I was getting things inside the rv stowed and locked down for the trip. We had the rv docked for 4 months. In that 4 months you get used to things staying put. When in motion, those things can become projectiles. No matter how diligent you try to be, there is always that one thing that finds its way to the floor with much drama and clatter. Such as, oh, say, a microwave oven... but we'll get to that.
I threw together a chicken stew to eat once we arrived at our destination. I love cooking with propane gas and soon the stew was ready. I stashed the pot in the sink so it wouldn't rattle and fall. That worked well.
We brought the dogs. One had been on some medication for back issues and we didn't want to burden anyone with his care. He's a good companion dog, but he's way needy and always underfoot. He doesn't travel well. I have a feeling we are going to be sorry we decided to bring him. Time will tell.
So. . . back to that microwave oven. During the summer, the original microwave had died. Ye temporarily replaced it with small, 700-watt spare unit we had sitting around. The plan was for him to replace it with an appropriate RV microwave.
Right.
Well, guess what? The cheap KLR owner did not (surprise, surprise) actually, y'know, replace it. He actually, y'know, DID NOTHING.
Normally, RV microwaves are anchored, as in, they don't move when the RV does. They are screwed into a mouting bracket on both top and bottom. But the replacement was not anchored because it was supposed to be replaced with (remember?) an actual RV microwave.
Fast forward to a sharp corner that wasn't marked as such. You can see where this is going, can't you? Yes, indeed, the unanchored microwave took flight, ripping its power cord out of its internals as it hurled itself to the hard, unforgiving floor. Ye's response, besides, y'know, unending screaming, starting with, “WHAT WAS THAT??” Well, he was depressed that he would not be able to enjoy any popcorn on this vacation.
We got up and ye busied himself with getting the rv ready to deploy. There were tires to fill, tanks to empty, an antenna to lower, a spare tire to hoist back up to its proper storage place, etc. While he was working outside, I was getting things inside the rv stowed and locked down for the trip. We had the rv docked for 4 months. In that 4 months you get used to things staying put. When in motion, those things can become projectiles. No matter how diligent you try to be, there is always that one thing that finds its way to the floor with much drama and clatter. Such as, oh, say, a microwave oven... but we'll get to that.
I threw together a chicken stew to eat once we arrived at our destination. I love cooking with propane gas and soon the stew was ready. I stashed the pot in the sink so it wouldn't rattle and fall. That worked well.
We brought the dogs. One had been on some medication for back issues and we didn't want to burden anyone with his care. He's a good companion dog, but he's way needy and always underfoot. He doesn't travel well. I have a feeling we are going to be sorry we decided to bring him. Time will tell.
So. . . back to that microwave oven. During the summer, the original microwave had died. Ye temporarily replaced it with small, 700-watt spare unit we had sitting around. The plan was for him to replace it with an appropriate RV microwave.
Right.
Well, guess what? The cheap KLR owner did not (surprise, surprise) actually, y'know, replace it. He actually, y'know, DID NOTHING.
Normally, RV microwaves are anchored, as in, they don't move when the RV does. They are screwed into a mouting bracket on both top and bottom. But the replacement was not anchored because it was supposed to be replaced with (remember?) an actual RV microwave.
Fast forward to a sharp corner that wasn't marked as such. You can see where this is going, can't you? Yes, indeed, the unanchored microwave took flight, ripping its power cord out of its internals as it hurled itself to the hard, unforgiving floor. Ye's response, besides, y'know, unending screaming, starting with, “WHAT WAS THAT??” Well, he was depressed that he would not be able to enjoy any popcorn on this vacation.
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