Full Moon Hijinks

The day we wanted to pull out of Moab, Utah started off on the wrong foot. I guess I should say it started out on a wet foot and things went downhill from there!

It was right around the first night of the full moon so we're giving it credit for everything that happens for the next two days.

First, the bathroom flooded. Tom was filling up the black tank with extra water so he could really flush it out. For all of you non-RV'ers, the black tank is the one that holds everything from the toilet. Yuck. Anyway, he let the water run and forgot he was suppose to be monitoring the fullness of the tank.

Kaitlyn got up and said, 'I think there is a little water on the bathroom floor. The next thing I know, Tom jumped up, yelled "Oh, shit!" (which is kind of funny looking back at the situation) and runs to the bathroom to turn off the water then he runs outside to dump the tank. Meanwhile, I begin the clean up. Luckily, it was only water and we had our pool towels sitting there so it was mopped up quickly.

For the record, I have never seen Tom move so fast first thing in the morning.

After that fun start to the day, we broke camp and were ready to pull out once the leveling jacks under the RV we retracted. Usually, just a touch of a button would do it but alas not this day. Unfortunately, in our routine for getting ready to leave, I am usually the one who pushes that button so when alarms started beeping and the jacks didn't move, I immediately felt like I had broken it. Great.

Long story short, the site we were on was very unlevel so the jacks were extended further than they should have been. After sitting in that hot, sandy environment and settling for a few days made the jacks not want to cooperate.

Again, lots of cursing and muttering ensued. The good thing about the whole situation was there were four other people from Ohio staying at the camp and they all came over to help Tom manually lower the jacks. That is one thing I have noticed about RV'ers, they are usually pretty friendly and are willing to help out if you need it.

With the jacks finally up, it was time to check the lights on our tow car and pull out. I bet you can guess what happened...the lights didn't work. Well, they worked a little. They were very dim so Tom went with it but he wasn't happy about it.

We finally pulled out and drove to a KOA in Richfield, Utah for the night. We didn't do anything but let the kids swim to burn off some extra energy while Tom fixed the tow lights. (I'm always amazed at how he can fix just about anything.)

Of course, I did laundry too. All of those wet towels from the morning were washed, dried, folded and put away in a jiffy. That is the good thing about laundry at the campground - with multiple washers and dryers everything gets done in less than an hour. I guess after a day like this one, it's the small things that make me happy.

What a day! We kept asking ourselves, "What else could go wrong?" On the way to Bryce Canyon, we'll find out...