It is either scripture or prose that says: “What I feared has come upon me.”

Last night we had constant rain. The weather man said at least an inch would fall, and it did, plus some. This morning when we started to back out of the parking spot, this behemoth sunk into the mud. The front wheels sunk about six to eight inches, and we were STUCK. Mark and his right hand man Derrick offered to help but I assured them Sherry & I could get this sucker out. They needed to get back to work. We kept on moving it a little back and forth to put more timber under the front wheels, but nothing was helping. My answer, the Yanmar tractor. I brought it around and hooked to the back of the coach. We move it a couple feet then it stalled again. This sucker has four wheels on the rear, both spinning trying to get the front unstuck. After trying to get the other tractor started and running I gave up, it was too wet. Back to the Yanmar and I collected plywood from the scrap pile. WE got the plywood under the wheels and along with some carpet and gravel we got it to move. Sherry driving the motor home and I the tractor.

During this stay I have ruined my shoes. I have a fair pair of shoes that I had cleaned up to wear on the trip today. We both need new shoes and plan to shop soon. I looked and my sweet wife had MY shoes on. Muddy and wet, MY SHOES not hers, so we came down the road laughing and happy that we were unstuck.

Then we noticed we were bouncing terribly. This unit was bouncing up and down over every little fault in the pavement. As we made one turn, there was a loud crash, Wham! We did not know what had happened. Sherry thought ‘a blow out’, I thought maybe we had been hit by a car. I stopped, Sherry headed back inside the coach, I went outside. Nobody had hit us, all was well with the tow vehicle. Then I noticed the front of the coach was real low. Ah ha! Thanks to a mechanic friend of our, Hank, I knew why we were bouncing so much, the Air ride is out of adjustment. I grabbed out outside rug, slid under the coach, sure enough, the Air ride control had been dragged loose when the tires sunk. I reattached that and went inside.
The noise? The pantry door had come open and all the pantry shelves had followed to their stops causing a loud Wham. Throwing our five pound bag of grits out and it burst. Sherry cleaned up the grits, us southerners can’t live without grits. All is well.
WE are in Yemassee, SC over night.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.