On my first trip after purchasing a used vintage RV, I towed it from Idaho to Colorado.
And after two days of beautiful weather, on the third day, it began to rain. It’s normal in Colorado to get a few afternoon showers in the summer, but that day, the rain didn’t stop. As it poured down, I scanned my surroundings for signs of trouble. Two minutes in, all seemed well. Five minutes in, a drop appeared on the inside of the window seal. That drop turned into a trickle. Another trickle formed on a different window, near the dinette. Then, on the roof and near the refrigerator.
I had uprooted everything, sold my possessions, depleted my bank account, and bought a new towing vehicle to move into this 200-square-foot space.
I had no idea how to fix a leak! Who knew what kind of other damage it was causing?
What happened if the tow lights stop working?
Or the fridge and water lines?
What had I gotten myself into?
When the storm ended, it left me with an unwavering sense of anxiety. Living or traveling in a vintage RV will always have its quirks, but there wasn’t a repair man I could call. My dad, who normally helped me with things like this, was over 600 miles away. The community I’d found was more than willing to help, but most of them had no experience with RVs.
I’d have to figure things out myself.