Big Boxes, Bigger Plans, and the Case of the Glowing Tail Lights

When we finally pulled into the driveway, the first thing I saw was a box.

Not just a box.

A big box.

A very big box.

It was the storage box I had ordered for the Weeblemobile to give us more exterior storage. This was a good thing because once you start traveling in an RV, you quickly learn that storage is like coffee, toilet paper, and patience.

You can never have too much.

Before I could fully process the arrival of the big box, our next-door neighbor saw us and asked how the trip went.

Mrs. Weeble told her about the trip and, naturally, about our visit to Buc-ee’s. She explained how good the Buc-ee’s nuggets were and then gave her a bag to try.

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Mrs. Weeble and I were woken up by the pups at their usual 6:30 a.m.

Or maybe it was the rain.

Okay, it was both.

The rain was coming down pretty hard. As Mrs. Weeble’s grandmother would say, it was coming down like a cow peeing on a flat rock.

That is one of those sayings that paints a picture whether you want it to or not.

Rain or no rain, the pups had business to conduct, and apparently that business could not wait for better weather. Of course, their leads were all the way outside, safely away from the RV door, because why would anything be convenient at 6:30 in the morning during a downpour?

I went to put my shoes on.

They were not where I normally leave them.

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Another Weeble Rule Is Born

As I have said before, some things happen to all RVers sooner or later.

This week, we had another one of those moments.

Actually, it was more like one of those moments that looked at us, cracked its knuckles, and said, “You thought you were getting good at this, didn’t you?”

All RVs have sensors in their holding tanks. Most of the time, they work pretty well. After my previous initiation involving the stinky slinky, I had made a firm decision that we were not going to have another problem in that department.

No sir.

Not this guy.

I was now an experienced RV sanitation professional.

At least in my own mind.

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The Great Buc-ee’s Expedition

The next morning, after a lot of careful thought and serious breakfast-table discussion, we decided to take a ride toward the Blue Ridge Parkway.

That was the official plan.

Of course, around the Weeble household, “the official plan” is usually just a rough draft before something more interesting happens.

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Typical Thursday, Weeble Style

It was a typical Thursday morning around the Weeble household.

Well, typical for us anyway.

The Weeblemobile had been packed up Wednesday night, which meant all we had left to do was eat breakfast, toss in the last few odds and ends, round up the dogs, and head out for my final week of bowling.

That sounds simple enough, but anytime dogs, luggage, food, and an RV are involved, “simple” is really just a hopeful suggestion.

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Clouds, Cub Scouts, and Captain Weeble’s Internet Excuse

We took a drive along Skyline Drive toward the southern end of Shenandoah National Park, partly for the scenery and partly because we wanted to check out the campsite we had booked for Mother’s Day weekend.

The plan was simple. We would stop at all the overlooks on the west side of the road on the way down, then hit all the overlooks on the east side on the way back.

At least, that was the plan.

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What Could Go Wrong? A Campground Story (Spoiler: It Did)

By Captain Weeble

When I ended last week’s blog, I was firmly in oh boy, this could go sideways fast mode… mostly because of the sudden arrival of about 60 high school students.

We found out from one of the chaperones that the kids had gone on a hike. Not just any hike—Old Rag Mountain. For those who haven’t had the pleasure, Old Rag is a light little stroll… if your idea of “light” is a 9.4-mile loop with rock scrambles and a solid 6–8 hours of effort.

Bill and I did Old Rag many years ago. It was a great hike… and I can confidently say I would not be signing up for it today unless there was a helicopter involved.

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First RV Trip to Big Meadows: Weeble One Liftoff

10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3… main engine start… 2…1… We have liftoff of Weeble One.

As I write this, we’re sitting in Big Meadows Campground, and I’m the only one awake. The dogs are settled in and sleeping, and Mrs. Weeble is back in the bunk, out cold.

Peaceful… for now.

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This week has been all about getting ready for next week’s trip. In other words, we’ve been doing that special kind of planning where you try to think of everything you might need, forget at least two things anyway, and hope comfort wins out in the end.

One of the big questions this week was the bed. I’ve already slept on the RV mattress, and while I can sleep on it, I wouldn’t exactly describe it as luxurious. We had talked about buying a new mattress, but decided to hold off until Mrs. Weeble had a chance to try it for herself. In the meantime, I figured a mattress topper might be the safer and cheaper experiment.

So naturally, I went to Amazon and found a firm topper that looked promising. I ordered it, and it was supposed to arrive in two days, which gave us plenty of time before our trip to Big Meadows. Then, right on schedule, I got the email nobody wants to see: delivery delayed. Now, instead of arriving with time to spare, it was supposed to show up on the Monday before we leave on Thursday.

I’ve done this dance with Amazon before. In fact, I’ve still got one order out there in the great beyond that never showed up at all. So let’s just say my confidence level was not sky-high.

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I finally made the call to the mobile RV tech this week. You have to understand that was one of those calls you really do not want to make. I knew I was going to have to explain what happened, and I already felt like a complete dumbass for causing the problem in the first place. I got hold of the tech, and we talked through the whole mess. He thought the pump may have lost its prime. For anyone not familiar with that, priming the pump basically means giving it some water to work with so it can start pumping again instead of just sitting there making noise and mocking you. He gave me a few things to try and said if none of them worked, to call him back. I also asked, just in case, how soon he could get me in if I needed an appointment.

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