Before we even left
When it was time to turn our headlights on our first night out, we had virtually no headlights. So we climbed the mountains of
We quickly became acquainted with the limits of The Whale’s black and gray water tank capacity. Those were terms I knew nothing about before this, my first MH experience. But let’s just say that what we learned is this. First, only the riders would be able to take showers and only seaman showers at that. You know, where you turn the water on long enough to get your self wet; turn it off while you scrub; and then turn it on again only long enough to rinse. The rest of us would need to use “wet ones” or, at the most, sponge off in the sink. Second, no # 2’s in the MH’s toilet. We learned that the graphic way as raw sewerage was one eye winker from washing down the galley as it rolled up through the shower drain. Yuck!!
This particular MH was selected because it had a washer and dryer in it. That seemed like quit a nice perk as we would have riders needing a lot of clean and dry clothes. Well, it took 3 hours for the washer to finish its cycle and it did not dry the clothes at all. Furthermore, it used up a lot of our fresh water tank. So riding clothes were washed by hand and hung to dry in the MH. The rest of us wore the same clothes all week long.
Our Whale had no shocks. So my job of cooking while standing up in a moving vehicle hurtling up and down mountain passes was a better ride than any at your favorite Theme Park. Many things were hurled down the galley—a jar of olives, the coffee pot (more than once), coffee grounds (only once), the microwave glass turntable, and me.
Our most scary Whale moment came in
It truly was a miracle that we had our mechanical challenge in
Only two of our crew knew how to drive the Whale. One had poor night vision so the division of labor was apparent—
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