My good deed. Power cord.
I was camping at my favorite park last weekend it is near Okoboji, Iowa. The sites are all on a First Come , First Serve basis. After the 4th of July the parks around here don't fill up completely so there were empty spots.
Friday evening a Diesel Pusher pulls in. It is towing a little red CJ Jeep. The Jeep looks like something from the 60's or 70's with steel wheels and nothing fancy. Looks like a good toad to me. I see the driver of the rig open up a little door on the side, climb down a little ladder, and then look at a power post. I go to speak to him and ask if he is looking for 50 amp receptacles and he says yes. I tell him that this park only has 30's. He says that he can deal with that. He picks out a spot and sets up.
I don't see him and his wife much that night. I think they just needed a place to sleep.
The next morning I get up early, go to the farmers market, and run some other errands. After I get back I see him start to pull out. As he drives past me it looks like he is dragging a large rope from one of his compartment doors. I decide that I should try to tell him about it and start to walk after him. Then I have to trot, the speed limit is 10 MPH and I can't walk that fast. Plus, he has a lead on me. As I get closer I realize that he is dragging his power cord, dog bone adapter still attached. ( I don't know why I thought it was a rope, though it was brown after being drug down the gravel park road for a ways) There is a T intersection coming up on the park road and I realize that when he turns right to get back to the highway that his back wheels are going to run over the cord. I start to really run now and get my pudgy 53 year old butt going as fast as I can. I get to about the half way point on the side of his camper when I start yelling "Hay Hay" and waving my arms hoping that he will see me in the mirror. ( I felt really silly doing this but, I didn't know what else to do.) Either he saw me or, he stopped for the T intersection and I get up to the the drivers side of his rig. He has a little tiny window slid open. I grab a deep breath of air and blurt out "Your dragging your power cord !" Both him and his wife say "Oh ****" in perfect unison. lol (Bet the auto spell thing on this site blocks out what they said)
He climbs down the little ladder as I catch my breath and start to walk away. He thanks me and as I say "No Problem" and I try to look over the top of the rig to see if he remembered to crank the antennae down but, it is too tall and I can't see it. He saw me looking and I hope that he realize why I was looking and though about his antennae.
I went about my business and continued on to the Wooden And Antique Boat Show in the amusement park at Arnold's Park, Iowa. Wow, some of those old wooden Chris Craft wooden boats from the 30's and before are just beautiful, real works of art !
Friday evening a Diesel Pusher pulls in. It is towing a little red CJ Jeep. The Jeep looks like something from the 60's or 70's with steel wheels and nothing fancy. Looks like a good toad to me. I see the driver of the rig open up a little door on the side, climb down a little ladder, and then look at a power post. I go to speak to him and ask if he is looking for 50 amp receptacles and he says yes. I tell him that this park only has 30's. He says that he can deal with that. He picks out a spot and sets up.
I don't see him and his wife much that night. I think they just needed a place to sleep.
The next morning I get up early, go to the farmers market, and run some other errands. After I get back I see him start to pull out. As he drives past me it looks like he is dragging a large rope from one of his compartment doors. I decide that I should try to tell him about it and start to walk after him. Then I have to trot, the speed limit is 10 MPH and I can't walk that fast. Plus, he has a lead on me. As I get closer I realize that he is dragging his power cord, dog bone adapter still attached. ( I don't know why I thought it was a rope, though it was brown after being drug down the gravel park road for a ways) There is a T intersection coming up on the park road and I realize that when he turns right to get back to the highway that his back wheels are going to run over the cord. I start to really run now and get my pudgy 53 year old butt going as fast as I can. I get to about the half way point on the side of his camper when I start yelling "Hay Hay" and waving my arms hoping that he will see me in the mirror. ( I felt really silly doing this but, I didn't know what else to do.) Either he saw me or, he stopped for the T intersection and I get up to the the drivers side of his rig. He has a little tiny window slid open. I grab a deep breath of air and blurt out "Your dragging your power cord !" Both him and his wife say "Oh ****" in perfect unison. lol (Bet the auto spell thing on this site blocks out what they said)
He climbs down the little ladder as I catch my breath and start to walk away. He thanks me and as I say "No Problem" and I try to look over the top of the rig to see if he remembered to crank the antennae down but, it is too tall and I can't see it. He saw me looking and I hope that he realize why I was looking and though about his antennae.
I went about my business and continued on to the Wooden And Antique Boat Show in the amusement park at Arnold's Park, Iowa. Wow, some of those old wooden Chris Craft wooden boats from the 30's and before are just beautiful, real works of art !
