During our recent cross country camping trip, we encountered several maintenance problems with our camper. The first was a worn out camper tire, which revealed itself when I noticed that one ply of the two ply steel belts was worn through. Luckily, I noticed it during a routine walk around inspection at a rest area. I was able to get out my trusty hydraulic jack and safely replace this tire with the spare without fear of high speed traffic zipping by while I worked. I got a new spare tire in Aurora, Colo. While we were spending time with son Dean’s family.
Secondly, our furnace quit working while we were passing through Wyoming. We lived with this problem the rest of the trip using a portable electric heater I borrowed from Lee and Paul Pippenger. We appreciated the heater a couple nights when the outside temp got below freezing!
Another problem we discovered the day we arrived in Orofino, Idaho; this time I found that one of the stabilizer jacks on the rear of the camper had struck a curb and got really bent out of shape. This time there was a small camper supply place about a mile down the road from our camp site where I was able to order a new jack, delivered the next day. Paul happened to have a heavy duty portable electric drill I used to drill new holes in the camper frame so I could mount the new jack. (Of course, the holes in the new jack did not match up with the old ones!)
Finally, I noticed the camper’s front door closer piston was squawking every time the door was opened or closed; WD-40 oil did not stop the squawk. The piston finally broke off during our next to last day on the road. We lived with a free swinging door until we got home. As of this writing, the camper is at the dealership where we bought it being repaired, I hope.
Despite these problems, we had a thoroughly enjoyable trip and took lots of pictures. Unfortunately, I am unable to e-mail my photos because they use too many pixels! One day as we were driving through Wyoming, we watched 5 large mule deer cross the road ahead of us. They climbed a steep bank beside the highway and all leaped over a 4- or 5-foot high wire fence at the crest of the bank, clearing the fence by a good two feet, at least! We also saw hundreds of antelope in the fields and prairies of Wyoming, many of them grazing on the green pasture grass with farmers’ cattle. For some reason we saw many more antelope in Wyoming than in any other state, including Montana and South Dakota. It was good to get back to Maine after all our travels.