Nothing ever really goes according to plan. The best you can do is try hard and roll with the punches.

A mix-up with the dog boarding drop-off hours left us scrambling. We headed out just after lunch to pick up the RV. The girls were dropped at their grandparents’ house while Alison, Benedict, and I drove 30 minutes to get the RV.

It was a mom-and-pop operation and they were very nice. The RV was older than expected, but ready for the journey. After a walkaround in the unseasonably warm June afternoon, Alison went to pick up the girls and Benedict and I drove the RV back to the house.

Despite more than an hour going though all of the systems, there was no discussion about how to drive the RV. This is baffling, but I adapted my default driving behavior: be confident and hope for the best.

There were a few miles of quiet country roads before the four lane highway, so I was at least able to warm up. Then, it was right into the mix of late Wednesday afternoon traffic. It was technical and challenging, but a great way to get my feet wet.

We were heading to the store to pick up some last minute items when I realized Alison would be cutting it close for getting home and getting the dog to boarding. So we diverted home, dropped the RV, got the dog, and drove her to the boarding house. She did not want to go, and planted herself firmly on the sidewalk outside until two menacing Chihuahuas scared her and she ran inside.

Benedict and I drove to the store and spent 45 minutes trying to find the RV toilet paper, with no luck, so we went home. Alison had dinner ready as soon as we backed the RV into the driveway. We ate, and as dinner was winding down, a severe thunderstorm warning came across. We ended dinner and took loads of supplies out into the RV so that we could unpack while the rain passed through.

Just before 7pm, the girls went inside and I left Benedict in the RV to finish putting some things away. Steps away, the first strong gust came. It was strong, but the trees in our neighborhood get this regularly and I wasn’t concerned. Then, almost immediately, the second stronger gust came through. I ran back out to the RV, only a few feet away, to find a massive tree trunk came down in our driveway. The main trunk was six feet from the RV, but large branches pressed against the side. I ran to the drivers door, opened it, and got Benedict out.

The RV after the storm

The storm moved through quickly, and I got out the chainsaw. With Alison’s help, and just a few cuts, the RV was free to move. I got it into final position, got the girls down for the night, and turned on the generator and AC on the RV for Alison and Benedict to move in.

It was a late night, much later than anticipated, but a memorable start to our vacation and first RV trip.