I Was In Kansas And I Forgot How High I Was…. (#626)

I was in the pre-dawn darkness with my Winnebago in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel restaurant just a few miles down the road from where my unfortunate event occurred.  I was up on the roof of the RV with a flashlight, a screwdriver and a pair of pliers.

It was a cold, cold morning on that late October day.  But I had a job to do; I did not feel the cold.  But the sky and the forecast were both threatening downpours so it was, with some urgency, in the darkness on the roof, that I held the small flashlight in my mouth, so I could see what I was doing, while I worked with screwdriver and pliers.

There were no other vehicles in the lot.  Cracker Barrel would open at 6AM.  I still had a half hour to go.  I would certainly earn a nice hot breakfast when my work was done.

Okay, now to the beginning of my story.  In my last post I shared photos of my visit to Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado.  My travels afterward took me across southern Colorado to Pueblo where I stopped for the night at Fort’s RV Park.  It was a clean and quiet park.  Great for a stopover with easy access to the Interstate.

I will never forget the line of tiny ants crawling up the walls of the park’s restroom shower stall.  Where they were headed I do not know.  They did, however, make my shower an extra quick one.

Next day I was back on the road, headed for Interstate 70 and the next state over: Kansas.  It was a long 500 mile day with stops only for fuel, both for me and the RV.  In Junction City, I found the cutest little RV park called Owl’s Nest and stopped again for the night.

It had been an exhausting long day.  With some daylight still remaining, I walked around my RV checking the tires and storage doors.  At the front of my RV, I looked at the cab and the windshield.   Between California and Kansas at least 10,000 kamikaze bugs of various size and color had smashed into my little home on wheels.  The front section taking the brunt of the onslaught.

I figured it was time to find a truck wash to clean away the detritus.  As the sun was beginning to set, I looked across the road from the park and saw the lights of…..ta da….a car and truck wash.  What good fortune.

Dark and early the next morning I readied the vehicles and drove over to the truck wash.  There were four bays of different heights to choose from.  The last was super high about 16 feet.  It looked like it would handle a semi.  The next biggest was the one I wanted……the one I thought I wanted.

Pulling forward slowly, my cab cleared but then I heard a loud crack and saw pieces of my vent cover flying to the ground.  Big mistake!  How could I not remember how high I was?!

Next thing I did was inch slowly backward, drive into the largest bay, park and survey the damages.   Up on the roof, I saw that the cover was destroyed but nothing else was damaged.  The fortunate thing about this incident is that the cover had a crack in it from 2 years ago and I had it on my to-do list to replace.

At that moment I laughed and allowed myself a big sigh of relief.  After 10 years on the road, this was one of so many things I have so much to be grateful for.  The RV got washed, the pieces got picked up and I moved on.

I stopped at the Cracker Barrel, got a nice hot cup of tea, removed the broken vent, and just before getting down off the roof, looked skyward and thanked my lucky stars.


oxo ~ Annie


The Result of my Unfortunate Event



Golden Tree Flaunting Autumn Colors (at Alum State Park, Ohio where I took the broken vent photo)








About TinCanTraveler

Born under a wand'rin' star.... living in my Winnebago, traveling the country, explorer/adventurer, photographer, writer, chi master, massage therapist, retired teacher/counselor, work camper. Appreciation for the freedom to do it all. Enjoying life's ultimate lessons of trust, respect, and grace.
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4 Responses to I Was In Kansas And I Forgot How High I Was…. (#626)

  1. Sherrill Parry says:

    Good for you, it could have been a lot worse. Glad that was all it was. Live and learn, when in doubt always go with the bigger one! LOL Just glad you are safe and it all worked out.

  2. nomaggsrush says:

    As soon as I read “on the roof” I feared the worst. So it was with a great deal of relief that I reached the end of your story to find it was a broken vent not a broken leg or two! x

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