There I am in the above photo, the red carpet treatment provided by RVs Unlimited. The people there made it all a great deal of fun, and at one point I realized: It has been a long time since I have had such real fun.
I was given a thorough orientation on the travel trailer. Keep in mind I am a total newbie, and such is my nature that I ask all manner of questions for no better reason than I like to learn everything in the world. I am a lot clearer about amps and voltage now. I began to get quite confident, as I had also looked at a lot of YouTube videos and nothing seemed too strange, until we came to the hitch set up.
Sorry I do not have a photo of the hitch. Huge and elaborate. Bars, chains, correct tension here and there. It looked surely powerful enough to haul a town behind me.
The young man said, “This is the sway bar. Tighten it like this. And you have to remove it before you back up.”
“Yes. That’s very important.
“You mean a person driving has to remember to get out and remove this bar before they back up?”
“Well, that’s an accident waiting to happen. What if I forget?”
“You’ll bend the bar and have to get another one.”
Dollar signs danced in front of my eyes.
Then it was time to leave my new friends, and I was a little sad. They were such fun! However, I drove away with confidence. After all, I have experience hauling a big horse trailer. Although never far from mind is the memory of how one time I took the fender off the horse trailer at a gas station. That left me with a fear of gas pumps. To this day when I fuel up, I pull far wide. With this memory in mind, I had already gotten gas and would not need to stop with the travel trailer.
I drove home with ease that amazed me. I felt the trailer behind the car but had no trouble pulling it. And it was at times near bumper to bumper traffic going 70 mph down the highway, as is common in summer on the Gulf Coast. I did notice plenty of room between me and other vehicles, as if angels parted the ways. I was happy, and I sensed my husband smiling from above.
I often thought about that sway bar and repeated: Remember to remove it before you back it. God, please prompt me. I became confident that I would remember. In fact, I pointedly remembered as I turned into the driveway: Get out and remove the sway bar.
Then one minute later I was careful to figure where to turn to get in line for backing up into the carport, and I totally forgot the sway bar.
I went forward, backed up slowly, forward, back, forward, back more, and then: OHMYGOSH, THE BAR!
I threw the SUV into park and jumped out to fearfully approached the hitch. The bar was tight, but it wasn’t bent. I got it off. It really seemed fine. I breathed deeply and gave thanks.
Once more I backed up and forward. It was up to me. There was no one to help me, and I had taken on the responsbility after all. If I was to be an RVer, I had to learn the jobs. I took my time, used my mirrors, figured out where the trailer went when I turned the wheel left and right, got out only about a dozen times to check. Inch by inch I aimed for the shelter.
And then I put her right here, all by myself:
She–I have named her ‘Little Lucy’– is home now. And I am happy. I have vague camping plans at this time. Right now I have to catch my breath and figure out how to put what in the trailer. I want to read manuals–yes, sometimes I read manuals.
And I go out and sit in her and play 50s and 60s rock and roll on the stereo and imagine the places we’ll go. I also think a lot about the places I have been in my life. Sometimes I am astounded at the things I have done in my life that I did not know I could do. I think it is mercy that we often don’t know what is ahead, how hard things will be. If we knew the problems of being parents, we might not have children. If we knew the ups and downs of marriage, we might never get married.
I think of how we all go one day at a time.