Living in an RV is less about adventure and more about acceptance.  The Serenity Prayer, “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.” is something I have had posted in some form or other for as long as I can remember.  It is now on a cross magnet in our hall.  You would think that after 60 years, I would have learned, but noooo, I still expect to have the power to change things I don’t like.  My cousin Bob is always saying, “It is what it is.”  Living in an RV is what it is.

As our day began, John gave me an unpleasant bit of information, then he tried to kill Ribbit, our drive to Ft. Davis was long with nothing to look at, our next RV park was a sad looking mud pit and while looking down to keep from stepping in mud, I smacked my head on the side of the slide out…wow, those things hurt!.  Yep, it was just one of those unhappy camper days.

First thing this morning, John mentioned that the lake we visited yesterday was the one where that man was shot and killed as he and his wife were ski-doing.  Good to know…  Then we drove out to the office and hooked up our towed.  Then began the eventual plot to kill Ribbit.  John hooked up and I usually help with a second walk around but instead I stayed in the LilyPad adjusting the seat and wheel so I could drive.  When I pulled out I heard a “thud” and looked back but Ribbit was still there.  I had missed the fact that the rock guard was missing…and, unknown to me at the time, so were the tow bars!  When I pulled across the two lanes to the middle to head in the other direction I felt a hard jerk and looked in the rear camera to see our poor towed swerving all over.  I slowly put on the breaks so nothing would smash together and stopped in the medium.  Yes, I was cussing.  No, I didn’t get pictures.  Yes, John quickly got out and remedied the problem in the medium of the highway.  On hind sight, not the best place to be hooking up.  It didn’t take long and then we were our way.

The drive was long and the scenery never changed save for a few mountains when we drew near to Fort Davis.  We passed our RV Park the first time due to a broken down sign with letters missing.  That missed turn resulted in unhooking the towed on the side of the road and me making a 3 point turn in the center of the two lane highway in the RV.  At least we know it can be done!  Pulling into the park, I cried for the first time in weeks and then proceeded to run over the orange cone that marked their sprinkler system.  All I saw were a few older trailers, mud, wet snow and more mud.  We were too tired to look for another place so we set up camp and went to bed.