Thursday February 2nd 2017
I am safely settled in at the Jacksonville North KOA in Kingsland GA for the weekend. It was about a sixty mile drive that began with a good amount of drama.

Site C-13 at the Jacksonville North KOA.
I got up this morning and slowly started getting ready to travel. Since I only had a short travel day, I wasn’t in a hurry to get underway. I did a few tasks then stopped for breakfast. Did a few more tasks then continued with my morning coffee. This approach had me doing some things out of order. For example, I hooked up the car before preparing the motorhome for travel. I was very careful hooking up the car to make sure I didn’t forget any of the steps. I knew my approach to getting ready this morning was a little different so I was double checking everything. I was ready to depart at 11am and got into the drivers seat of the Motorhome, put it in gear and pulled forward. Before I was out of the site, a loud tearing sound came from the back of the RV. I stopped in my tracks, turned off the engine and proceeded with trepidation to investigate.
In my preparation for travel I hadn’t removed the power cord from the power box to the RV. When I pulled forward I stretched the cord to the limit and then things began to give. The campground power box was leaning toward the RV, but the power cord was still plugged in. It was the Motorhome end of the connection that gave way. The cord connects to a box containing relays that manage the flow of power from the generator or shore power. The entire box had been ripped from the RV storage compartment leaving nothing but dangling wires.
I picked up the power cord with the transfer box still attached and stored it away in the storage bin. I flagged down one of the campground staff to check the power box. It was not damaged. Standing it back up straight and tamping the ground around it fixed that end of the problem, but I had a motorhome that couldn’t be connected to power. The battery bank only lasts about 12hrs without a recharge.
The good thing was it looked like most of the connections had just pulled out of their clamps and the mounting screws had pulled out of the sheet metal. It looked very fixable, I just had to find a way to get it fixed. As I drove north I considered my options. I was fairly sure I had the tools and the knowledge to fix the connection. What I didn’t have was the experience. It would be a stressful exercise. That became the plan of last resort. Stopping at an RV repair facility was a possibility, but would be unlikely to result in a quick solution. Most RV repair facilities have long waiting lists for service. My best bet was to get a Mobile RV technician to come to the campground and fix the rig.
When I checked in at the KOA, I asked about references to Mobile Techs in the area. I got lucky. One of the workcampers at the campground also does RV repairs. That is actually pretty common. A number of full time travelers have RV Repair businesses to supplement their income. He came over as soon as I arrived at my assigned campsite. It took him a little over an hour to hook everything back up. As I had thought it was mostly reconnecting the wires to the terminals. Remounting the box and getting the cover to stay on were the most difficult part of the whole repair.
After sixteen months of ownership, this event has finally christened my RV home. I can no longer consider it new, it’s now just my home.
On another note, the local pelican and hedge hog saw their shadows this morning. Punxsutawney Phil saw his too. Some woodchuck on Long Island didn’t, but overall it sounds like 6 more weeks of winter. I’ve never been sure if 6 weeks is the good alternative or the bad alternative, since March 21st is actually 7 weeks away.