[vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/6″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”2/3″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][vc_column_text]It happened back in December. There was a perfectly understandable reason for doing so. But, as I threw open the front door, jumped the steps, sprinted around the fifth wheel, I wasn’t thinking about that reason.
As I struggled to unlock the storage compartment that housed the valves that controlled the flow of our black and grey water tanks, all I could thing about was the water level slowly rising in our much-smaller-than-average shower.
Now that I think about it, I should have probably turned the washing machine off, since that’s what was causing the flooding … but that would have been the easy thing to do.
I finally managed to unlock the door and open the grey tank’s valve, and the oddly satisfying rush of water told me everything I needed to know – crisis averted.
It was at that point I took a deep breath and went through the events that nearly lead to the Niagara-like cascade of soapy water overtaking my bathroom.
Of course, it had everything to do with being in a rush.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/6″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”2/3″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][vc_column_text]A couple of nights before, just after we’d settled into the RV park a few minutes from my parents’ home, I found myself in a much less wet, but equally difficult dilemma.
When you pull into your spot at the RV park, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the ground is not level. “Parking” the rig, at least if you don’t have automatic levelers on your RV, is a lot more than simply parking, stabilizing, and detaching the truck. Unfortunately, we spent nearly eight months in our 5th wheel before we found this out.
Apparently, there is an easy way to level the rig, it just takes a couple of extra minutes putting the orange leveler block near the tires that need to be higher, and then driving over them until the trailer is level.
The unfortunate reality was, however, that after a nine-hour drive, taking a couple of extra minutes to level the rig was not even a consideration. I wanted to get out of that place. I was sick of sitting in a confined place.
So, when we arrived at Mad River RV Park, I parked the rig, let out the slides. The trailer was not even close to being level, and as we left for my parent’s house, I decided I would fix it later. I assumed I would be able to hook the trailer up to the truck, and, with the slides out, back the truck up a couple of feet, and then pull it back over the leveling blocks[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/3″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][nectar_single_testimonial testimonial_style=”small_modern” color=”Extra-Color-2″ quote=”The unfortunate reality was, however, that after a nine-hour drive, taking a couple of extra minutes to level the rig was not even a consideration.”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”in_container” full_screen_row_position=”middle” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left” overlay_strength=”0.3″ shape_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ column_shadow=”none” column_border_radius=”none” width=”1/1″ tablet_text_alignment=”default” phone_text_alignment=”default” column_border_width=”none” column_border_style=”solid”][vc_column_text]The next evening, after Gwen and I had sent the kids off to my parents’ home, I started preparations to level the rig. I unplugged the water and closed the valves on the sewage hoses. Then I moved the rig, leveled it, and plugged everything back in. Unfortunately, in my hurry, I failed to open the gray-water tank that connected to our washer and dryer.
Now, as the rest of the gray water rushed past me, down the long sewage hose, I shook my head and laughed. I might have nearly flooded my house that night but I didn’t, and I decided right then and there I would take an extra couple of minutes before rushing off to the next thing, no matter how long I’ve been sitting in my truck.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]