As we climbed the winding, two lane highway, the 80's Dancing Queen (a.k.a. Our 1982 Winnebago) sputtered and emitted a dark smoke from the exhaust pipe. She slowed to 20 mph (miles per hour) before giving out completely and clogging up the flow of traffic Northeast bound. For a seemingly out of the way road, it sure did have quite a bit of motorists.
A man across the way grabbed his truck and pulled her off the street where owner and friend worked to revive her (the first time). Success was short lived as a mile or two further she expired again...this time, almost at a turnout. As God would have it, a CHP (California Highway Patrol) officer heading in the opposite direction, made a U-turn and was actually, (surprisingly) able to push "the queen" (with trailer full of dirt bikes (and one quad (ATV)) safely off the pavement.
I love our RV (recreational vehicle) but it sure can be a "drama queen", sometimes! After a second revival (and the discovery of a clogged fuel line) she was off and running again. Eight miles or so later, we pulled into a campsite. (And may I just say it was the dustiest, dirtiest site at which I have EVER camped.) But (I believe it is safe to say) good, clean fun was had by all! The occasion? Our friend, Dave's, birthday weekend! Woot woot! I hope you had a fabulous time, Dave!!!
Hot by day, cold by night, the weather was not buffered by "the queen". Shortly after we arrived the generator ceased to operate and we were without our "creature comforts" like air conditioning (or fan), water (no power for the pump), lights, and refrigerator/freezer. It was ice chest and lanterns...just like tent camping. We did, however, still have our comfy(ish) beds, toilet, table, etc.
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man,
runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them,
and there is nothing hidden from its heat. (Psalm 19:1-6 ESV)