Thursday, May 8, 2014

To the Folks' House

May 4

After several days of shuttling between my family's house and our camp site, we decide to pull up Sputnik and move to their driveway.  

Hot showers, here we come!

Hubs is still working on solving our trailer brakes problem and discovers that our Touareg IS in fact wired properly for a brake controller, but the wire is tucked way up inside the dash and wrapped in a foam sheath.  Thank you airforums for your help on that one! 

This means we need to order some parts from VW, which should arrive in a few days.

So we wait.

That is not a problem, since we get to see family for a few extra days.  Not to mention those hot showers! 

We left our hubcaps off for our first trip so that we would be able to check the lugs for tightness at the end of the first drive.  All is well, so Hubs and I tackle the baby moon hubcaps.  After ten minutes, we finally figure out how they attach, then spend the next ten minutes prying and banging on them with a rubber mallet.  


One of the perks of being in central Indiana is getting to spend time with my sis.  We are both kind of instrument nuts, and there is a large group of music enthusiasts gathering for an Scottish and Irish themed music night.  My sis plays the hammered dulcimer (right) and I play the bodhrán (left), so we fit right in.  There are probably twenty five other musicians there with everything from bagpipes to cellos to a jug.  

No, I don't like having my face on the internet. 
I get to try out the bagpipes.

It is like trying to simultaneously inflate and deflate an octopus while keeping three legs over your shoulder.  There is a pipe (the chanter) that has holes that you are supposed to keep covered with your fingers, except there are more holes than you have fingers.

In the end, it takes three people to hold the various parts and sounds like two mad cats fighting it out inside a pillow case.

It is a cacophonous and wonderful evening!  

Several hours after Hubs and I are all tucked into bed, thunder begins to rumble overhead.  It gets louder and louder, until the flashes of lightning and the crash of thunder happen simultaneously.  Our stabilizer jacks are flat on the ground and we are wondering what would happen if lightning hits the Airstream.  Heavy drops of rain pelt the roof and I wonder if it could be hail.

The answer comes immediately after.

Suddenly it sounds like somebody is throwing gravel at the trailer.  Chick-pea sized hail crashes into the roof and tinkles down the sides.  If you ever are in an Airstream during a rain storm and wonder if you are hearing hail, you are not.  You will know for sure when it becomes hail.

Lightning is still flashing directly overhead as we pick the pugs up and dash into my parent's house.  We spend the rest of the night in the guest room.

The next morning, Hubs and I venture out to check for damage.  There is none!  Praise God!

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