May 30, 2013. A Fair Day on the Peninsula.

 

May 30, 2013.  A Fair Day on the Peninsula.  With a beautiful blue sky, the temperatures rose into the seventies today.  After resolving a Harvey problem - more about that later - we put up the awning, got out the puffy chairs and had lunch al fresco.  Nice additions to outside living since our last trip are the two matching puffy chair ottomans (or, is it ottomen?).  And, here I sit, computer in lap, blogging.  Life is good.

For some unknown reason, we lost our on-board water supply yesterday.  We had water in the holding tanks, the pump was pumping, but nothing came out of the faucets.  So, I did what any enterprising RVer would do, I got out the owner's manual.  What a worthless piece of junk.  It was written by someone who knows everything for someone who knows nothing.  The author of this manual didn't dumb it down nearly enough for me to understand it.  The illustrations were tiny and in black and white.  They were so poorly illuminated that I couldn't tell which way the half-dozen water valves were turned. 

We worked at it for an hour last night and finally went to sleep without water.  That works for some bathroom jobs but is wholly inadequate for others.  This morning I awoke with a burning desire to fix this problem myself.  According to what I could understand from the manual, all the valves on the interior of Harvey were turned in the right direction.  The next logical option was that the tanks were empty, despite the gage indicating there was still water in them.  So, we broke camp and went to the fresh water station to refill them.  The gage was correct, there was still water aboard.

We were one step away from driving to the RV service place we passed on the way here when I decided to just have Annie start turning valves while I manned the pump and watched the faucet.  That didn't work.  "Wait, I told her.  There is one more valve on the outside of Harvey."  With her still supine on the floor with her head in the water control compartment, I went outside to what is called the "city water" valve.  When I turned it parallel with the water pipe, I could instantly hear a change in the sound of the pump.  "I fixed it, Annie, I fixed it!"  We had water again.

"Fixed it, my hind leg," she retorted.  "You are the one who broke it."

I guess she was right.  I am the only one who was near the city water valve.  I must have turned it inadvertently.  But, I'd much rather have the credit for fixing it than the blame for breaking it.  So, I'm sticking with "I fixed it!"

Later:  We biked into town and discovered Cottage Row overlooking the Bay.  The road is lined with old stone walls and crowned by tall trees.  It creates the impression of riding through a tunnel of green.  The final picture is me lecturing Nan on some subject, probably the viability of class actions as a method of ridding society of carelessness in manufacturing products.  She was unimpressed.  In fact, her expression never changed.