I was once theboondork. ~ 6 comments.
I've been having some problems with my inverter in the camper; sometimes it doesn't agree with the voltage the batteries are at, and it gives me signs that my batteries are low even when my tester says they're not. I've tried a lot of different things to fix this problem, except digging into my four BattleBorn lithium iron batteries and making sure there's nothing wrong with any of them. And I hesitate to do that because I fear something is wrong with my battery bank, which might require spending thousands of dollars to fix.
Being almost 80 years old, I've spent a lot of time dealing with electricity, and yet I barely understand any of it. I know enough not to electrocute myself,..... at least not yet, but my knowledge of all things electric seldom extends beyond the basic electric skill of not letting out the magic smoke. But being able to seek out and repair mysterious electrical problems, especially when it involves both AC and DC... And no, I'm not talking about the Australian rock group, I'm even more bumfuzzled than usual. At the moment, it's not a disaster because I'm plugged into the house, but when I boondock, I need that inverter to convert my 12-volt batteries into 120-volt AC so I can plug my computers and other electronic gadgets into it.
So technically, I have lost the right to call myself theboondork. Because I find myself unable to boondock and therefore do not deserve the esteemed and distinguished title of "theboondork."
Someone who does not deserve the title theboondork.
Big Horn sheep at Pete’s.
boondocking at Petes.
Wild flowers growing at Pete’s.