…Is Where the Camper Is.
Nineteen hundred miles, one hundred & fifteen gallons of diesel and about thirty-eight hours of windshield time got us back to Lake Harmony RV Park in Coastal Georgia.
Home, sweet home.
We got here the circuitous route, via Berryland Campers in Ponchatoula Louisiana who had the best price on the new camper – a forty-foot long Coachmen Chaparral Fifth Wheel. While they had one on the lot that would have suited, The Plan was to begin the new adventure in January. Plus, greedy-guts here wanted six-point auto-leveling which meant a factory custom order.
I don’t think there can be a more booming segment of the American economy than the RV industry. RV manufacturers can’t keep up with the demand regardless of size or price. Thus 8 – 10 week lead time on a custom order has increased to 10 – 12 weeks. Additionally, the plants shut down between Thanksgiving and the New Year, adding on another five weeks.
So The Plan is now looking more like the March Hare than the New Year’s Baby.
Sue has gone back to Canada to work out her final months before retirement. Lake Harmony is a great RV Park. Its owners, Larry and Shari are wonderful people. I’ve made good friends here. But this is my third season in the same place. That was not the idea of The Hare-Brained Scheme. With not workamping this year, I’m bored already, after two weeks. With four more months to go.
I’m in the hunt for a workamping position and a change of scenery, though this is not a good time to be looking. Firstly, I’m a Single and RV Parks, understandably, would rather give up the revenue for one site and get the benefit of a couple. Secondly, the Snowbirds are on their way south. The RV Parks already have thier committments and rosters filled by those who come south and workamp through the winter.
Additionally, with said Snowbirds on the horizon, monthly sites are now very hard to come by, so there goes my change of scenery, unless I want to pay weekly. Paying weekly only makes not workamping for a free monthly site even worse.
There’s a goat farm near Tallahassee who is looking for someone to feed the goats, chickens and ducks, and muck the pens. Park the camper in a pasture with water and electricity but no sewer on the site. I’d have to buy a caddy to make regular trips between the camper’s black tank and their dump station.
At least it’d be a change!
Here’s what we’re waiting for…
It’s a tough life.