Our Location today is McGregor, Ontario, Canada.
Since I was in no rush to be anywhere this morning I managed to sleep like a rock and woke up totally refreshed. Kathy took her new medication last night but she didn’t sleep so well because of an accounting issue that she couldn’t understand with our expenditures. Finally, after staring at the ceiling for a while through the night the numbers suddenly fell into place and she finally fell to sleep. That also meant she wasn't in a lively mood for breakfast.
We didn’t spend too much time on the computers this morning mostly because hardly anyone is writing their blogs unless they are traveling. There are some people who will never get the chance to travel the way many of us do and are more than grateful to enjoy life through even our everyday functions. Besides we’re all part of the RV family so we should know what we’re up to.
My first mission was to climb on the roof to replace the standard waste tank vent covers with the Cyclone vents that I’ve installed on our last two fifth wheels. Before we used to be overwhelmed by the septic smell inside our trailers after driving down the road even after flushing the tanks. The wind would actually force the smell past the trap to fill the cabin of the trailer. After installing the Cyclone vents we’ve never had a bit of odor seep into our trailers so I wasn’t waiting for history to repeat itself.
|This vent is flush to the roof. The other was cut lower.|
On the roof I was surprised to see so much Dicor surrounding each of the vent covers. Some had leveled as far as three inches from the cap flange itself. It seemed to take forever because the sun was really making me sweat and I wasn’t leaving that mess up there. When I finally had the cap removed and the old Dicor cleaned away I had another shock. Jayco was touted to be one of the better RV Manufacturers but the vent pipes had been cut below the height of the roof and then extended by simply putting an ABS coupling on top. That made it more difficult to fasten the Cyclone vent cover because the screws had to be driven into the pipe below the roof line at an angle. Tricky as it was I installed the first one and started cleaning the second when Kathy called me for lunch.
Kathy apologized for what she served me saying it was entirely made from Leftovers. Leftover tomato made into a sandwich, leftover chili with shredded cheese added to make like a taco mix and then for dessert leftover Homemade bread pudding served cool but it had absorbed all the wonderful juices Kathy had added. That’s not the leftovers I knew growing up.
|No sealer on this vent yet but look at where the old sealer was.|
Back on the roof it would be another hour by the time I had finished installing the second Cyclone vent and sealed them both with Dicor self-leveling sealant. As I was coming off the roof I could hear the familiar sound of Kathy vacuuming the inside of the trailer because she hadn’t had a chance to do it since we moved in. I then added the self-adhesive side leveling gauges on the trailer before they got misplaced.
|Cyclone vents with more than enough Dicor sealer.|
After having the rear window of the truck replaced we noticed how the Wind Deflector Rack was showing signs of surface rust. My next chore was to remove all the lights from the bar and then remove the bar from the truck. It would take nearly an hour to scrape and sand the entire thing ready to be painted.
|Wind Deflector Frame with lights mounted.|
Removed lights then frame and repainted it.
|Spinach/Strawberry Salad and Brisket Burger for supper.|
Kathy insisted on doing the dishes while I went back on the roof of the trailer to install our Jack antenna we’d kept from the Avalanche. We have never had any luck with the Batwing antennas but the minute I installed the Jack we were receiving loads of antenna television stations so we made certain to keep it.
Back on the ground I used Tremclad semi-gloss black paint to make the Wind Deflector Rack look years younger. Then I forgot that this is an oil based paint and tried to clean the paintbrush. It was Kathy to the rescue with Goo-Gone that helped bring my hands back to their proper colour.
Tomorrow we have appointments as well as visitors coming in the evening so we’ll see what else we can accomplish in our quest of getting ready to head south in another Sixty-two days. Thanks for following along and feel free to leave a comment. Be Safe and Enjoy!
It’s about time.
Words of Inspiration
Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
Henri Frederic Amiel, Swiss philosopher