Anyone wondering about the stability of an egg in hurricane force winds... worry not.
Last nite was one of the scariest nites I have ever spent in my 17 footer. The evening started out pleasantly, actually. The big storm raging across the country at the moment paid a visit to SW Arizona yesterday..
The day started with Oregon style rain, which I enjoyed wholeheartedly.. its been awhile since I have been poured on. I was the only one willing to work in it (Mostly because I clean the INSIDE of RVs and it wasn't that big a deal)
I looked forward to my evening snuggled up in the Burro
, with the rain coming down and soup on the stove. There is nothing like being in the trailer in the rain. It started that way, but quickly changed.
First, the thunder... rolling thunder.. non stop.. like traveling beside a semi for 100 miles. The vibration in the trailer lost its quaint factor after awhile. I couldn't hear the TV, and the dogs were sitting on my head. That cat yawned and wondered what they were fussing about. Geez.
Next came the lightning. Now, I am in the desert, with no pesky trees or mountains or anything rude like that to block my view of the sky. It was actually very neat.. if it wasn't for the free vibrating couch that came with it.
Then the wind gusts started. A few at first, no big deal. Then they built. These were no longer gusts, they were steady hammering winds at 40 mph the reports say. OK, I have been in this type of wind before, they blow through.
NOT.. it held steady.... For hours. With gusts up to 70 mph. The trailer never stopped bouncing. For hours. This house was rockin! It was like riding in a school bus going 70 mph. You could not walk straight (And it wasn't from over use of Dr Pepper) For hours.
My batwing antennae was up, and I forgot about it. I remembered eventually, and got it stowed safely. I am amazed it didn't snap off. The wind was hitting the trailer broadside, plenty of surface area there to give a good whack. This is what bothered me so much. It wasn't like I could turn the thing into the wind. I couldn't even step outside for fear of the door being ripped off, and I had a true fear of it actually blowing me over.
I worried about my solar
panels, which are on stands and tethered to the bumper. They never budged. I worried about my outside furniture, it never budged.
I plotted an escape
route in case the thing flipped. I had nowhere else to go, so riding it out in here was my only option.
And.. I have GOT to remember to latch that danged little flappy door for the hood vent.. the one that swings on the outside of the trailer... clack clack clack. I ended up shoving the handle of my spaghetti server out through the vent from the inside to prevent it from flopping back against the trailer. Clack clack clack.
All in all, this was the worst storm I have weathered in here, and survived with no damage.. but I got very little sleep.
Dave and Leslie... did the Scamp
stay on its feet?