
I don't like to think of myself as a "WalMart kind of girl" but my first night on the road even I was thinking it was my kind of place!!!
My first day started out pretty early with a trip back to the dealers for a tire change. (Tires are only about 9 months old but one came up with a "bubble" so the tire company replaced it with no problems.)
Then Zan, my pretty little bird, found me as I waited outside the dealers. I admit to being pretty shaky about then having all that time waiting to think about driving the damn thing!!! But Zan perked me up and off we went ... unfortunately about 1:00 p.m.
Along the way I'd come to terms with driving -- hugging the left -- and even managed a small bit of backing up. But those "wide" turns are a killer. So as I entered the third service station of the day (let's not talk gas prices) I didn't turn quiet wide enough. aghhh

I felt a slight bump in the back and exiting the RV I realized I'd made a clean nudge against the small plastic knob used to empty your water tank before storage. The little plastic knob was knocked off but not another thing was touched!!!! I had visions of what could have happened...like the entire side of the RV being ripped away. But there I stood, next to the Chevron gas pump, watching all the water from the huge tank I have drain away. Adding even more time to my late start, it's now 5:00 p.m., I pulled to the side of the station and waited ... and waited for the water to drain.

By 8:00 p.m. it's dark as it can be and I'm on Highway 58, a two-lane road leading into Bakersfield. Talking quite often to Zan, my co-pilot, about now we decide to stop finally at yet another Chevron station and ask directions. "Hey, guys. Do you know where Orange Grove RV Park is?" "Sure," they say. "Way on the other side of town." No way am I going to make it, I think. One of the guys said "there's a WalMart about a mile down the road." I head back to the RV with the guys wishing me well.
Sure enough, about a mile down the road is the most beautiful, comforting, safe looking WalMart I've ever seen. Hey, I'm thinking. I have a big bed of my own if I just get this sucker in the parking lot over where all the other "big boys" are parked for the night. I managed that, remarkably in my semi-conscious state, parked, locked everything up and went to bed and pulled the covers over my head.
The next morning I made my way to the RV Park and although I wanted more than anything to plant myself there for a week (I did reserve a week), I made my way, via back roads, to a huge Camper World store they recommended where I talked myself into the front of the line to be worked on. The part, and labor, cost me $26. As a nice couple waiting in the office said to me "that's a very inexpensive cost for a very important lesson." No shit, Sherlock!!!!