I give up
I give up !!! I've worked in this heat, I've crawled on my belly like a reptile to get under the truck, and I've stretched my meager knowledge of all things electrical to its limit, and so far all I've managed to do is get hot, get dirty, and get tired of working on the camper.
It seems that past problems have resurfaced, and the current electrical issues I'm experiencing are related to the problems I encountered when I first purchased the Lance camper a couple of years ago. When I first tried to plug the Lance camper into my truck, I discovered that Lance campers are wired differently from other electric RV hookups. But somehow I managed to stumble through the problem without actually fixing it, and ended up with tail lights that were mostly working, which is all I cared about, until a few days ago.
But seeing as how I'm older now, I'll be 79 next month, I've come to realize that when I was first dealing with this problem, I discovered that, unlike my teenage years when I got smarter and stronger every year, the same does not hold true when you become an old geezer. Useful knowledge disappears from my brain like a wisp of smoke in a hurricane, and once muscular biceps droop from my arms and flap in the breeze, and that condition accelerates until I can look in a mirror and swear a 100-year-old man is looking back at me.
So I've called in the Calvary to save me from all the electric wires dangling down under the truck and begged the mobile RV repair guy that worked on the Arctic Fox a while back to come running with sabers drawn and bugles blowing but the earliest he could get here will be next Wednesday, so it looks like I'm still immobile for a while as precious boondocking in the mountains time slowly slips away.
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It’s hard to tell from this picture, but I woke up to a light skiff of snow on the mountains during my trip to Buena Vista a week or two ago.
The high country in the distance.
I took this picture from where I'm camped at my property near 11-mile Reservoir.
You can see one end of the 11-mile Reservoir in the middle of the picture, and see that the right side of the lake becomes a Delta with shallow water and little islands scattered around. And that's where my oldest son, who was a teenager at the time, and I would go duck and goose hunting during the season.
We would paddle our canoe out to one of the islands in the dark, set up a blind, throw some decoys in the water, and call in the ducks and geese as we sit freezing in the cold November mornings watching the sun come up.
It wasn't fair for the ducks and geese, as my son, a champion trap shooter, was used to shooting a 4-inch clay traveling at a high rate of speed, so the ducks and geese didn't stand a chance.
I didn’t think it was much fun at the time, since duck hunting was a hobby my son enjoyed. But looking back on it, I can see those times were special for both of us.