Clayton, NC: Fifth Night

It's been a busy week as we're getting use to living in the Discovery.

Our trip here on Sunday had some humorous aspects, at least they seem that way now.

After we hooked up the 'toad' at the TN campground, the tire pressure monitoring system alarmed. One of the tires was very low, so our first stop was the gas station at the campground entrance to add air.  That turned out to be a 30 minute delay due to positioning problems, and waiting for other vehicles to clear the driveway for our big rig to exit.

Not too far down the road, the monitor for the backup camera went out, so instead of being sure the 'toad' was still attached with just a quick glance at the monitor, we had to watch for its shadow as we changed directions in the sunlight.

We found out that the a couple of drawers were not repaired correctly, so they came open as we followed the curves of the highway.  Selene got a break from sitting as she got up to close the drawers many times so they wouldn't get damaged slamming shut as we rounded the next curve. And there were lots of curves as we traveled through the Tennessee and North Carolina mountains.

The windshield wiper control knob is missing, and of course it rained a couple of times. So Hank used the 'intermittent' button to activate the wipers as needed

The sounds of dishes and other items possibly rearranging themselves meant that caution was needed when opening the cabinets upon arrival (not an unusual occurrence when traveling in an RV).

Hank pulled off on an exit to check out a mysterious item flapping at the rear of the coach.  It turned out to be reflections of the lane markings in the shiny dryer vent located in that area, and not something flapping after all.

We were anxious to arrive at the campground by dusk so the parking and setup process could be done with some daylight left. However, we didn't quite remember the exact campground location, and the numeric address didn't add up, so we ended up driving too far east, doubling back to the west and finding the campground entrance, but not soon enough to make the turn, which meant  another turn-around to the east, turning around  in Walmart's lot  toward the west AGAIN and finally pulling into the campground and finding Lot 37.....  home at last as the light was rapidly fading.  The last necessary items were completed with the aid of  flashlights, and the Discovery had survived her first journey as our Little House on the Road.