Well, we did it…We finally got our Winnebago. And it was a long day.
We started it as many of our fellow metro-ATLians do; sitting in traffic. At about 8:30 we rolled into Douglasville (about 20 miles west of Atlanta) and stopped for breakfast at the Waffle House. Think that made my morning. Next, we hit the RV dealership to scoop our Winnie. If only it were that simple
First we did a walk-through which consisted of testing and learning how to use the various mechanisms, gizmos and do-dads. For the most part, I’ve found in my 18 or so hours as an RV owner that things work like they do in your house, just a little different. For example, the electrical outlets work, but only when you’re plugged in or running the generator. The fridge always works (unless you turn it off) whether there’s power or not; in the absence of electricity or a running generator, it runs on propane. If you want running water when you aren’t connected to a live water supply, you flip a switch and turn on your water pump. When you want hot water, you turn on your hot water heater the same way. You dispose of your waste in the toilet just like always but then, eventually, the toilet’s waste must be disposed of at a dumping station. I don’t know where it goes after that, nor do I care to. Though I think I’m going to adopt the term “dumping station” into my regular non-RVing lexicon.
We spent about 3 hours at the dealership in total doing the walk-through and signing the paperwork. Then we took our baby for a spin around the block to get in some driving practice. It’s a little indimidating at first, but it’s a lot like driving a U-Haul except the ride is better. Then we took it up a notch.
We left the dealership and went to a place about 3 miles away that sells tow dollies (amongst other truck and camping accessories) and bought the tow dolly I was writing about the other day. That was a process.
We needed an adapter to get it on the RV, the plug needed to be changed and then they needed to show us how to use it and safely attach a car. So we used my Camry as a guinea pig. A really expensive gunea pig. So we hooked it up — which took a while — and then finally, sometime around 3PM embarked on the journey home which involved 3 of Atlanta’s busiest highways, just south of rush hour, driving a 31-foot RV and pulling somewhere between 15-20 feet of car behind us (the tow dolly adds about 11 ft of length on its own).
It was nerve-wracking.
We got home somewhere between 4:15 and 4:30 and unloaded the car, which survived. Some notes about the tow dolly though: it’s a major pain in the ass. If you’re on flat ground it isn’t hard at all to wheel it around by yourself if you have to drag it somewhere out of the way. But even slightly uphill or over anything uneven, like the lip of my driveway, it’s almost impossible. I dread having to pull it into our gravel-covered parking spot at the storage place, but we’ll save that hell for another day. Oh, and it’s too big to fit in my garage. I’m having to keep it next to the house for the time being.
Loading it up took a lot of schlepping, but that was kind of fun overall. Sort of like arranging things in a new house. Or house-truck (as my daughter calls the Winnebago). The hardest part was figuring out where to put the car seats for the kids. It all worked out finally, after much discussion (may not be exactly the right word) and rearranging we finally figured something out that we’re happy with. I rate the Winnebago low when it comes to considering very small children in their design, but I suspect this is something we would have had to wrestle with in any RV. And, like I said, we finally figured it out but it took a LOT of effort.
We finally wound down around 10:30 last night and passed out. Today after work, we head out to Red TOp Mountain for our first camping trip!