It must first be said it was my yard, my tree, and my motorhome, so I do not know what the big problem was. I was not going to sue myself or call my insurance company to file a claim...
But when I took Minnie out to have her house batteries checked for the second time in two months (they kept going out due to yet another case of operator error, I learned..), lo and behold, a huge tree branch became attached to her rear ladder. Woven between the rungs, it was. I was not completely surprised, be
It is not like I have not been around the motorhome crowd for a long time. I have worked at Family Motor Coaching magazine since 1989.
But it's one thing to write about it, or meet people who know about it, or learn the difference between a converter and an inverter. When the motorhome is sitting your backyard, it's personal.
And since I'm the only person in my household, save for one cat, it's really in my face. There's nobody between me and Minnie's generator issues, or her water tank, or t
It sits there in the driveway and sings to me, my Minnie motorhome does. When it's at home in the driveway, the song is not all that sweet, however. It has a nagging quality, and words are something like, "When are you leaving this town, and relaxing, and fishing...?"
It is very difficult to own a motorhome when you are working full-time, but I am doing the best I can. Difficult because if I am not having to hear the "When are you leaving?" song, I am busy with another tune, like "Make Digita
