After five months in a seasonal spot in Michigan filled with healthcare appointments, small-town parades, kayaking on the lake, summer jobs for the kids, campfires with the neighbors and getting-ready-for-the-road projects we are finally mobile again.
We enjoyed our time in Fremont, MI. The magic combination of location, cost, and community worked well enough for us that there is a reasonably good chance we’ll go back again next summer. That decision will largely be determined by what our kids need at that point - mainly the boy who will have turned 18 by then. Being able to get a job to save money for college without the overhead of needing a car to get to said job would be pretty cool for him. Both he and Miranda have expressed a desire to return to Fremont next year and although it would break our “don’t repeat an experience” rule we are OK with that.
Getting on the road again after being summer seasonals felt much like launching from our sticks-and-bricks home the first time. We were exhausted after truck and trailer prep work (doing projects not easily done in most campgrounds like repainting the fifth wheel hitch, etc), purging items into storage and Goodwill, cleaning, and last-minute ‘while we still have an address’ purchases.
Our immediate first destination was a work-related conference in the Washington, DC area where I had a one-day class to teach. We boondocked two nights on the way (thank you Cabellas and Cracker Barrel) then stayed in county park in Maryland where we could plug in and get everything charged again. With campground fees creeping higher all the time the idea of investing in a solar setup starts to look more attractive, but on this end of the country it’s tougher to find boondocking spots that are anything more than just a place to grab a few crappy hours of sleep.
The conference was in Alexandria, VA and the closest decent campground was ~15 miles away. Knowing the DC area traffic can be a pain we elected to rent a hotel room closer to the conference and parked the RV at the outer edge of their lot. The kids enjoyed sleeping in the hotel room while MsBoyink and I slept in our own bed in the trailer and just used the room for showers.
As luck would have it a bike route connected that hotel with the conference venue 2.5 miles away so I bought a headlamp and taillight and became a bike commuter for a couple of days. MsBoyink even joined me for one of those days - offering me the rare treat of a morning bike ride with my wife.
My class went well and the conference was enjoyable - offering the usual good times of reconnecting with my peers that I normally only see on Twitter but also some softer presentation topics that resonated well.
After the conference we hitched up to make the 15 mile jump to a campground. After driving through a construction zone and rolling up to a light we all heard the sound of compressed air letting go. A quick check in the mirror confirmed our suspicions - we had our 2nd-ever flat tire while traveling.
I limped us over to the side of the road, we put out the kids’ soccer cones to block the lane and set to seeing what we could do. In short order I realized that the wheel design on this new trailer didn’t allow the use of the lug wrench I had used for changing tires on the old trailer. I tried the trailer’s landing leg wrench and started bending it before the lugs would come loose. Going through all my tools I had nothing that would work.
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We had been on the side of the road for well over an hour before a black Suburban with no markings pulled up. I was on the defensive immediately wondering what this was going to be about. A middle-aged white guy in dress clothes got out and offered to help out. He had a project boat and most of the tools for working on it were in the back of his truck. He introduced himself as Brian Smith and went way, way out of his way to try and get us back on the road. We broke a tool given to him by his grandfather and he refused when I tried to replace it from my own toolset. Ultimately he and I were able to loosen 5 of the 6 lugnuts on the wheel but a boogered-up chrome lugnut cover stymied us long enough that the tire service guy finally pulled up (about 25 minutes later than the time we were told). Brian left us in the hands of the tire guy but said he’d be back this way in a little while and if we were still there would check in with us again.
When the tire guy got out I was convinced I had found Tim Conway and he was still doing his “old man” routine. He was driving a little Ford Ranger and not the big dually with service bed or stake-sides I was expecting. He had a bit of a shuffle getting out and didn’t immediately introduce himself or ask what the situation was.
I described where we were at with the remaining lugnut and he said something like “oh..that will be a job”. I was thinking that, for a tire guy, this couldn’t be an unusual thing but decided to just let him go at it.
In the past when I had tire issues on an RV they brought out a floor jack and air tools. This guy came out with a 4-way wrench and a stool. He wasn’t the most efficient of workers and had a penchant for gesturing at the passing traffic that he felt was too close. But as we worked together to get the trailer situated he got a bit more interactive.
He managed to get the recalcitrant lugnut off and the tire swapped out with our spare. We got road-worthy again but he insisted on following us to a safer spot where he could ensure the pressure was OK. In the end we stood in the road a few minutes while he talked about friends he had back in West Michigan and did a small sales pitch for his Amsoil products.
All in all a simple tire change set us back 3 hours and the frustration of being on someone else’s timeline.
Yesterday I inspected the tire to make sure we hadn’t just lost the bead for some reason like low pressure. No luck - we had driven over something that put a 1” slit in the tire at the outer edge of the tread. I found a local supplier that had the right size in stock. While the tire was getting changed out I found an industrial supplier and purchased a new 4-way wrench to replace the bent landing leg wrench and to actually be able to remove my own lugnuts. I also bought a new 8-ton bottle jack as the cheapie Chinese one I had showed signs of a hydraulic leak. Then I drove to 3 different auto parts suppliers sourcing true chromed lugnuts to replace the stock nuts with the cheap chrome covers on them because as the CarQuest counter guy said “once those covers come off nothing fits”.
Back at the campsite I used the new wrench and jack to swap the new tire back on in place of the spare and got us all reset again, and hope that when the next flat comes we won’t have to take 3 hours to deal with it.