Tuesday, June 9, 2020 – Bad to Worse

Hey Babe,
Well, things here went from bad to worse. Several things I neglected to mention about the various conversations I’ve had with the owner here. The first conversation I had a few weeks ago, I asked him if he could fit in a large unit. I told him 47 feet. He immediately remarked that that made me illegal. I don’t know what he was thinking, but of course he was wrong, but his attitude kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I decided he must be having a bad day, so I let it go. Another conversation I had with him, I asked him about what kind of cell phone signal they had here, and he responded, “How could I know what kind of service you have on your phone?” Now, I’ve asked that question in many places, and I either get a simple “I don’t know” or much more explicit directions on which cell phone service works, and even what hill you need to go stand on, but never one with that kind of attitude. He also explained (twice) they don’t take credit cards or checks, it had to be cash, so when I came in (passing a big sign that said “Coggins required, you will be turned away,” which I thought was a little harsh wording), I said I had to get my slide out to get the cash and asked if I could set up first and take care of it in a bit. Well, they said yes, but then they sat there at the site waiting for me, which I wasn’t expecting, so I hurried up and plugged in and got the slide out so I could get their cash. Once that was done, I had to reset the trailer with boards on one side to compensate for it not being level, and didn’t realize when I did that that I ran over my electrical cord, putting a lot of strain on it. I had already disconnected the truck and put the hay under the gooseneck before I realized it, so my only solution was to get out my little 12 Ton jack and jack it up, which I did. Also, when I first came in, I asked if they would mind if I let Lola out of the truck, and again, in a sharp tone of voice, was told “Only if it’s on a leash.” I asked about a corner to play frisbee in, and the wife finally chimed in and pointed out a corner of the yard she said would work, but he quickly said that if she ended up at the house, I’d only get ONE warning, and after that they would essentially throw me out. I was also told no horses in the campground, or tied to the trailer for saddling, I would have to carry everything over to one of the hitching posts. All of this was piled on in the first few minutes, along with, Don’t bother us at the house, if you need us push this call button. Then I got handed a list of rules and a trail map, and was told one of the two major loops from camp was supposed to closed for renovations, and when I said, I hope they’re not putting down gravel, he said, they probably are, so that didn’t help. There’s more, but you get the idea. Well, I discovered that evening that one of the circuits wasn’t working, the one that powers the Non-GFI plugs and the microwave was out, so I went to bed last night thinking my first job this morning would be to check that circuit. But at about 5:00 this morning, all of the power went out. A few hours later, I got up to check on it, starting with all the usual suspects, breakers inside and out, etc. I couldn’t pinpoint it right away, so I figured I had better check to see the generator was working at least, in case I couldn’t fix the electric, and to see if that side of the system worked.. With 90 degree temps I wasn’t about to go without AC all day! I was happy that the generator kicked on, and it powered everything up, so I knew I had a different problem. That generator (and you know how quiet it is) wasn’t on for two minutes before this guy came railing down from the house, forcefully informing me that he didn’t allow generators on his property. No good morning, no what’s the problem, just, NO GENERATORS. And that wasn’t even in the entire page full of rules I got the day before. I tried to explain I was having an electrical problem and I was just diagnosing the system, but he didn’t seem much interested, at least not in my system. He went and got himself a bulb in a cord to see if the problem was from the outlet (it wasn’t) and once he determined it wasn’t his fault, that it was something in my unit, he just turned around and left. I mean, I wouldn’t have done that to a stranger, much less a paying customer! And I mentioned that if I couldn’t get it fixed, and couldn’t use my generator here, I’d have to move on, and he showed no interest. As he was walking away, I asked him if he knew of a mobile RV service and he barely stopped long enough to throw back, “I have no idea.” Very helpful. So I continued my diagnosis, and reckoned that maybe when I ran over the cord yesterday in a hurry to give them their money that maybe I had created a problem there, so I dismantled the plug on the cable and sure enough some of the wires had been pulled out, so I reconnected them all and everything worked fine after that. But by then, I was steaming, all of this attitude, the negative vibes just overwhelmed me, so I decided I can’t stay here any longer, there’s no way I could stand it for the rest of the week, much less another week after that. So in the afternoon, after a frustrating morning of trying to work on my website (which I’ve now decided I can’t do on my own, I’m going to have to hire someone), I began packing up everything, took down the screen room and everything else I could put away. It rained a little in the afternoon, but if I wasn’t expecting my mail and a package being delivered here, I would have left today. Eventually the wife came back with my mail packet, surprised to see the screen room down. I explained that I had decided to leave tomorrow, and that I expected I would be refunded for the nights not used and she agreed. When she asked why, I did briefly explain that her husband’s rude behavior was responsible for my decision. She said, “Well, I knew he came down to help you with your electrical problem,” and I said, “No, he came down to inform me that I couldn’t run my generator in a rather brusque way, even though I was using it to diagnose my problem.” I mentioned a couple of the other things, too, though I tried to be somewhat diplomatic about it. Anyway, she said she was sorry to see me go, I said I was sorry because I had been so looking forward to riding the trails (and I may still in the morning if I have time), and that was that. I’m still expecting a UPS package tomorrow, but of course, no one can tell me what time to expect it except “end of day,” but to change the delivery address is another big chunk of change (I’m already paying more in delivery than the price of one of the two items I purchased!), and I don’t want to add to that. Of course, she couldn’t tell me what time their delivery usually was either, so no help at all. It’s also supposed to rain in the morning but clear up in the afternoon, so I guess I’ll be leaving here late. Fortunately, I’ve decided to go to Deam Lake, that place north of Louisville where we stayed once, and I stayed a second time when I took a trailer to Elkhart for some repairs of some kind, but I’ve never stayed long enough to ride the trails. It’s only about two hours away, so as long as I get there well before dark I’ll be fine. Of course, that’s unless these people want to charge me more for not leaving early enough in the day! The worst part is, tomorrow is our anniversary, and the first one in thirty years I’ve had without you, and I was hoping to spend a peaceful day in the woods on my horse commiserating and remembering, but Flash is still lame and I’m not sure about Apollo, and I don’t know if I’ll have the time, and I’ll have to finish packing, then driving and then setting back up… Not exactly what I was hoping for this special day! Grrrr! Sometimes, I hate people! They can really spoil things, can’t they? Well, that’s enough of a rant, at least they haven’t bothered me the rest of the day, not even to try to make things right. Off for my shower and bed, I hope things improve in the morning! (but I’m not counting on it…) Good night, darlin’! Love you!