When Hubs and I were first considering our grand adventure, Hubs was envisioning us in a tent. It is days like today that I am so thankful to be in the Airstream. The winds picked up last night and the rain came down in sheets.
The sound of rain on the roof was wonderful mixed with rumbles of thunder. With an electrical storm overhead, we thought it might be a good idea to unplug. Now relying on battery and LP, we watch the charge controller measure the electricity being produced by the solar panels. Even on this cloudy, soggy day, they still charge the battery to full!
The wind rocks the Airstream soothingly and the sonorous chorus of pugs snores coming from under the covers completes the cozy feeling.
While I still hear the activity of the welding shop next door, it is much quieter than being in the shop was. I can no longer hear or feel the vibrations of the enormous air compressor in the corner nor the squeals and grunts of power tools.
The temperatures plummet after the thunderstorm and I am beginning to understand why most full-timers stay in warm climates for the winter. Because the inside temperature is so much warmer than out, the windows fog up and are soon dripping with condensation.
Turning the heat up doesn't seem to help so I open all of the windows, huddle under the covers with the pugs, and listen to the wind howling through the screens. It works, but is not sustainable.
I look on Amazon for non-electric dehumidifiers and find one for about $20. It is supposed to drop to 22 for the low and I am starting to think it may be worth it to pull back into the shop for one more night, no matter how dark and loud it is.
Hubs comes home from work and we eat dinner. The heat is on and the windows are foggy, but it is still cold and unpleasant inside. We hear the steady sound of sleet on the roof. It is beginning to get dark outside.
Hubs looks over at me and says "do you want to try pulling into the shop for the night?"
Sleet and darkening skies are the conditions of our second-ever hitch up. Hubs uses the backup camera on the Touareg to position the stinger of our ProPride hitch into the box, while I stand over the box and signal left or right. It is cold and I am wearing flipflops.
Hubs nails it on the first go! I race around grabbing the chocks and raise the jacks while Hubs gets the hitch all connected and tightened.
We then proceed to back the trailer into the shop.
A few nights ago we watched the Long Long Trailer. Visions of Dezi Arnez backing that 40 foot beast into a gazebo with family members shouting at him are dancing in my head.
It turns out that I can't shout loud enough, so I backed and Hubs shouted.
I have never driven a trailer forward, let alone backwards before. It takes a few minutes and Sputnik is parked very crooked, but we are IN! Time to defrost, plug in to shore power, and set up camp indoors.
The pugs spend this ordeal in the shop office, oblivious that home is moving once again. They come racing out and Murray waits at the door of the big white box trailer that has taken our former spot in the shop. Otis huffs at Murray and trots over to our new location.
At least Otis can tell the difference between an Airstream and a Böring brand trailer!
He is adjusting well to our home moving all around, and Murray always follows Otis so I think they will get the hang of it.