Admittedly we're looking for the best motorhome for the least amount of money, but come on, can't you pick up your clothes and ring out the washcloth before you let us come to look. We've been madly looking for a motorhome to travel to the Clay and Blogs show in North Carolina, then up to New Hampshire to visit Gary's cousin. We have looked high and low and every one we've seen has been in pitiful shape. Gary asked one guy if the motorhome leaked, he answered very seriously, "Only when it rains".
Once we get back from our Eastern seaboard trip, we plan to use the motorhome to to to art festivals. We figured we'd have the motorhome as a place of respite where Gary and I can take turns during the shows. Since I have a bad back I can periodically take a break from the long show while Gary mans the booth and then he can do the same. We thought we found a good one and drove 2.5 hours one way to look at it today. I was glad I brought my foam mattress so I could lie down for a minute or two half way to look at the motorhome to realign my back.
The guy told us the motorhome was really clean and everything worked and gave us the address. When we got close by we drove up and down the road and couldn't find the house. Gary called him and he said it's the place that says Psychic Readings. Gary and I stared at each other with that knowing look.
We didn't want to make any judgements and had already driven all that way so we made a U turn, and went back down the road. As we pulled in we saw the sign said Psychic Readings by Linda. I started laughing hysterically saying it was either going to be a really good or really bad motorhome. A sign on their door said no photography otherwise I would have snapped a photo of the sign. We were so disgusted when we left, I forgot about taking the photo anyway. Needless to say, we're still looking.
We've come to the conclusion we sold the only two good rigs in Florida and we've been kicking ourselves ever since. We're not really sure why we sold them when we knew we planned on traveling up the Eastern seaboard this fall, somehow I don't think we were thinking clearly at the time.
The dead tree marks the spot we turned down a country lane for a pit stop. Looks a bit like the fickle finger of fate, doesn't it? Along the way I saw the really cool pedestrian tunnel. Further down the road we saw a bike rider and it looked like his dog was riding on the back. As we got closer we noticed it was a fur dangling from his hat. I think it was a real fox fur and I was pretty disgusted with that thought.
Last night the electricity went off and we had a huge storm with sheet lightening (photo courtesy of Wikipedia) that lasted literally all night long, wonder what tonight will bring? Oh well, tomorrow's another day.
