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Chris apologized to Steve about his outburst. Turns out
the man is very sick, no not what you think. He has been
coughing a lot and feeling very poorly this whole time. When he
finally went to the doctor he was told that he has pneumonia and
is prescribed some serious antibiotics. I feel bad for the guy
but I surely would feel even more sympathetic if he bothered to
not smoke at the same time.
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Our black water is all full and we HAVE to dump
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We find a laundry place nearby and have sushi while we
wait for the laundry
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We reserved a spot at an RV park for 3 nights, Lynnwood
RV. Come to think of it I should have been suspicious when the
friendly voice on the other end said “no, of course we have
space…” We were sitting at the Kids café end for a minute we
felt lucky until I started thinking about why they might have
room when everybody else is absolutely booked? But we’ve been on
the “road” for only a month and I am still learning to read the
signs…
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My God, what a dump! I could not believe we actually had
found the right place…and to begin with we really couldn’t find
it either. It was behind a car dealership and Steve drove right
by the sign. After we turned around we had to go through the
parking lot of the dealership to get to “Twin Cedars” and from
there it got worse. Essentially it was just a parking lot filled
with worn-out and rusty RVs and trailers. We looked really out
of place and the bus is 10 years old. But not only that, there
also was very little room to maneuver. It took us (à
Steve) a minute to get our bearings and realize that this was an
impossible place.
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It wasn’t until a woman with a cigarette called out “You
hit my car – you buy it” and Steve mumbled back “No problem, I
have a 20 in my pocket”, that it was abundantly clear to both of
us just what kind of place this was…
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The space we were given was so small that we couldn’t fit
between the neighbor’s doodee pipes on the right and the other’s
slide out on the left…Steve tried but to no avail…I was
extremely happy we didn’t fit because he might have wanted to
stay in that case
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We found a place to dump on the way out, which we really
had to, trust me.
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The other reason to hook up was, of course, to run the
washer which is too temperamental to run on just the inverter.
Well, so now we have to find another place to stay and do
laundry.
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A few blocks away we find a Laundromat at a mini strip
mall. And wouldn’t you know it Sushi restaurant right next to
it…so while our laundry is cooking we have dinner, Miso soup,
Edamame, and all next door.
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The question as to where to stay is still unanswered. We
decided a while back that it’s a bad idea to look late at night
for a place to stay. The amount of stress involved in finding a
place in the dark, going down hills, and getting stuck, having
to back up without being able to see a thing…it’s just too much
for me. I always fancied myself as an adventuress, not too
easily scared, but this trip has definitely proven me otherwise.
I like a safety component to the most basic of life tasks. For
instance, I like to know that I can shop without getting stuck
in the parking lot. I like to go to bed without fear of police
or gang members knocking on the door at 2 in the morning. Call
me crazy, but I like to know that I can take a warm shower in
the morning or at least which morning. I like to drive around
and see the world, yes. But I sure like to know that we can go
to the bathroom without it overflowing or without us having to
inhale noxious fumes from the full black-water tank (how is that
for a euphemism? It should be brown-water tank…). These are the
things I’d like to not worry about. These are the things I worry
about.
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So anyhow, after the laundry is done, we climb back into
our home, parked facing a green dumpster, and I plant myself on
the street so Steve can back out. We drive around for a little
while and find an acceptable looking parking lot. We end up
staying at a Comp USA parking lot and all is quiet for another
night. It actually feels a lot safer than the RV Park up the
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