So I didn’t get a chance to post our RV story on Friday because as we pulled into the campground there was smoke billowing from the RVs nether-regions and the thought of us blowing up had me a little distracted, even after we learned it was just our leveling jacks that had burnt out. Between incidents and lack of Internet, I’ve struggled to get this posted. Right now, as I finish this, I’m on a 6 hour ferry ride to The Hubs home province, and finally have a reliable connection. So here goes…
After buying our RV, we wanted to take her out for a spin, to see how she felt. But where to go? We decided to take a trip to our favorite Canadian Coffee shop ( in fact I’m munching on a donut from there as I type this).
We discovered a Tim Hortons in Fort Knox Kentucky and loaded up bright and early one Saturday morning to start our adventure. We got all buckled in, Child the 3rd had claimed his chair and the Hubs put the key in the ignition. One turn and… Nothing. Not a roll over, or a blink of the lights or anything. We tinkered a bit to see if we could fix it, and finally had to call in a professional. He came and spent an hour under the hood and announced that the battery was dead and needed a jump.
So, 3 hours later the we planned, we were on the road to get some Tim’s. Now, I’ll be honest. I’m not that familiar with American geography or landmarks. Keep that in mind.
We’re following along the route when suddenly we hit a dead end. The road is marked with yellow concrete slabs. Odd. So the hubs makes a U Turn in this 34 foot rig. We recalculate and start to move again. Another ten min, and we turn down a tiny road not wide enough for a car, let alone our rig, and we hit another road block. This time a three point turn gets us going again and the Hubs calls the Tims to find out where they are. They tell him to entreat a main gate.
We pull up to a confused looking man in fatigues who obviously figures we ‘re insane. Ohhhh…. THE Fort Knox!!
The guard asks us what we think we’re doing and we explain we’ve just driven 2 hours to get a coffee, clearly exhibiting our sanity. The guard hmmms, haaas and says “let me see some ID” sure! except that I didn’t even bring my purse with me. So, we tell him we have no ID and he hmmms and haaas and says “just for coffee????” yep. He looks left, right and then tells us to go on through.
Right before we leave the gate he says “take the second bridge, you won’t fit under the first”.
We’re driving, we pass the first bridge and it says “11 feet” yep, we won’t make it. We get to the second bridge, it says “13 feet”. We can fit! But… The hubs looks at the GPS and it says if we go one more road over, we’ll be on the same street as Tim’s!!!
We take the exit ramp, go down the hill and come to a bridge 11’1. Oh oh! No problem, we’ll turn right instead, and there… about 40 feet away, is another bridge. 11’1.
Now might be the time to mention our rig has a 12 foot clearance.
So there we sit, no on ramp, only a one way -the wrong way- off ramp in a city we shouldn’t be in, with no ID, and looking more and more suspicious as we sit there tying to figure out what to do.
Finally ready to admit defeat, we call the police and tell them we’re stuck. You can hear the officer on the other end wondering how he’s going to get us unstuck from under a bridge. We clarified and told him we simply needed someone to stop traffic so we can turn around and drive the wrong way up the ramp so we can get on our way and a few minutes later we had a VERY amused officer at our window.
After we got ourselves back on track, he asked us why we where there and we told him of our search for coffee. He looked at us with a VERY straight face and said “If you leave town and go 2 exits up, there’s a Starbucks. I suggest you go there”.