Why yes it is snow I’m standing in.
It’s been a frigid 43 degrees in the valley for the past 2 days. Along with grey skies and rainy days.
The girls wanted to see snow. And judging from the view of the mountain or really the lack of view of the mountain (it was covered in thick fog) we assumed (correctly) there might be snow. Driving the 10 minutes to reach 6,000 feet was worth the 10 degree drop in temperature. Abby, Phoebe, and I played for almost 2 hours. We pelted each other with freshly packed snowballs, made a gigantic snowman, and lost feeling in our hands and feet. It was awesome.
I wanted Cecilia to come out and play, but she absolutely did not have the proper shoes. When we handed her a snowball, she just got mad and cried. So be it.
We have been full-timers now for 118 days. The temperature has dropped significantly. Did I say that already? Needless to say, we are learning something new about life on the road, everyday.
Lesson Number 1.
When the temperature drops below 45, the electric heat won’t work properly. Something to do with “low moisture” and the air being “too cold”. So at the most critical time (middle of the night when everyone is sleeping sound) the electric heat automatically turns off. If your thinking “Oh wow, isn’t that what electric heat is for? To stay on and work harder when the temperature drops?”, you are not alone. Clearly, I know nothing about electric heat, moisture, and basically anything else which requires electricity and moisture. Electricity and moisture are two things which definitely don’t belong together…at least that’s what I learned in elementary school back in the early 80’s. Apparently, we’ve had some advancements.
The gas heat works though!
Lesson Number 2.
Don’t touch the walls. Along with the significant drop in temperature, the extremely thin walls (obviously without insulation) feel like the inside of an ice box. I was putting Cecilia in her lower bunk for nap time yesterday and my hand unintentionally touched the wall. I yanked it back fairly quickly and accidentally hit her knee with my elbow (That is the very thing that makes her come unhinged, especially when she’s tired) So I had to spend the next 5 minutes cuddling, repeatedly apologizing, kissing, and rubbing her wounded knee. It’s worth mentioning, because the icebox walls didn’t seem appropriate for Cecilia to be sleeping next to. So she ended up taking a nap in our bed. Which took another 15 minutes to console her (she loathes changes in her routine).
Lesson Number 3
In our RV, when the ground is uneven and you decide not to put your jacks down, the refrigerator won’t work. I think that’s pretty self-explanatory. I could go on a lengthy diatribe on how I bought cheese, almond milk, and butter yesterday which stayed room temperature…in the refrigerator for a couple of hours before we figured out what was going on. But suffice it to say, even when we think the surface isn’t “that uneven” go ahead and put the jacks down. Thats what their there for.
Lesson Number 4
Don’t even attempt to take a shower without flipping the switch to the water heater. I’ve only made that mistake once, when we first moved into the beast. But maybe more importantly, communicate with your spouse your intentions to take a shower. It was my last 5 minutes of the most comfortable, relaxing and much-needed shower yesterday. I was getting ready to rinse the conditioner out of my hair when the water went from scalding to freezing in a split second. Oddly enough, with the walls being as thin as they are, you might think Greg would have heard my screaming, but unlucky for him, he didn’t. I visualized hair coming out of the chill bumps on my newly shaved legs as I jumped out of the shower and ran to the hall to flip the water heater switch. The last 5 minutes ended up being 3. Fortunately, I was able to get all the conditioner out of my hair in that time.
And that concludes my tale of lessons learned on the RV for this week.
We are packing up to leave Mount Shasta, CA tomorrow. We are heading to Boise so Greg can attend a conference. I will miss Mount Shasta dearly. It has been a memorable 3 weeks.