rgcronk
Advanced Member
I was hoping to post tonight that I was ensconced in a campsite in Adel, Iowa, waiting for tomorrow to poke around central Iowa historic sites. Instead I am 100 miles from my goal, at a rest stop along the freeway. Essentially 1850 miles in three days of driving--and Christine and I are still talking to each other!
A testimony to the HiLo's durability is the fact that we have had little to deal with along the way. The 12 volt mode of the refrigerator has not worked, but I half expected that; the propane mode works well, so we have had no problems a bag of ice couldn't handle. I will rewire the 12 volt when we get home.
I had mentioned earlier that the front window rock shield had worked out a couple of screws on one side in a Montana deluge. I patched that with some epoxy putty, which worked well until we encountered constant angled headwinds in S. Dakota. I knew things were wrong when I saw the shield flopping up and down like a bird with a broken wing. We stopped in a rest stop in 110 degree temperatures--yes 110 degrees--to try to reattach the bottom mounting screws, but to no avail. The screws has been torn out of the skin by the constant buffeting winds. We ended up holding the shield in place with bungee cords, and so far so good: it has been holding. Another fix for when we get home.
We have had very little trouble leveling or setting up our TowLite. Mostly I have followed the tips I got from this forum, and things, so far, have worked.
After poking around Iowa a bit, we'll head on to Illinois for a couple of days, then point the nose west.
Observations for those who are contemplating a similar trip:
Right now, temperatures have run from 102 in Montana and Wyoming, and 110 in S. Dakota.
In Wyoming, all roads go uphill.
In S. Dakota, all winds are headwinds.
In Minnesota, I discovered where they coined the term "washboard road." We about beat our brains out driving I-90 eastbound. I remembered a trick a Scottish truck driver had taught me on the rough roads of Northern Scotland: lean forward so that your butt and back are going the same direction, otherwise you beat yourself up. I am amazed the HiLo wasn't bounced into orbit.
A final note: we spent last night in a RV park in Sundance, WY, and as I returned to my parking spot, I saw a couple looking my rig over. As I got closer, I heard the man explain to his wife, "Yeah, that's one of those pop up campers." I was too tired to converse, or I mIght has explained the difference to them.
Ron
A testimony to the HiLo's durability is the fact that we have had little to deal with along the way. The 12 volt mode of the refrigerator has not worked, but I half expected that; the propane mode works well, so we have had no problems a bag of ice couldn't handle. I will rewire the 12 volt when we get home.
I had mentioned earlier that the front window rock shield had worked out a couple of screws on one side in a Montana deluge. I patched that with some epoxy putty, which worked well until we encountered constant angled headwinds in S. Dakota. I knew things were wrong when I saw the shield flopping up and down like a bird with a broken wing. We stopped in a rest stop in 110 degree temperatures--yes 110 degrees--to try to reattach the bottom mounting screws, but to no avail. The screws has been torn out of the skin by the constant buffeting winds. We ended up holding the shield in place with bungee cords, and so far so good: it has been holding. Another fix for when we get home.
We have had very little trouble leveling or setting up our TowLite. Mostly I have followed the tips I got from this forum, and things, so far, have worked.
After poking around Iowa a bit, we'll head on to Illinois for a couple of days, then point the nose west.
Observations for those who are contemplating a similar trip:
Right now, temperatures have run from 102 in Montana and Wyoming, and 110 in S. Dakota.
In Wyoming, all roads go uphill.
In S. Dakota, all winds are headwinds.
In Minnesota, I discovered where they coined the term "washboard road." We about beat our brains out driving I-90 eastbound. I remembered a trick a Scottish truck driver had taught me on the rough roads of Northern Scotland: lean forward so that your butt and back are going the same direction, otherwise you beat yourself up. I am amazed the HiLo wasn't bounced into orbit.
A final note: we spent last night in a RV park in Sundance, WY, and as I returned to my parking spot, I saw a couple looking my rig over. As I got closer, I heard the man explain to his wife, "Yeah, that's one of those pop up campers." I was too tired to converse, or I mIght has explained the difference to them.
Ron