Okay, well, we're still trying to figure that one out.
We had a bit of a set back. On Tuesday morning we got up to leave Richfield, Utah for Grand Junction, Colorado. It was pouring rain so it took us a while to decide if we wanted to bother with driving through the storm. When we finally decided to do it, Rusty, being the checker of all things practical, tried to turn on the windshield wipers. They wouldn't work. You could get the washer to work but not the wipers for driving in the rain. He messed with it for quite a while and then I messed with it. Finally we tried calling Tiffin's support hotline but because our RV was so new and we didn't have the number we needed for the warranty it took a bit of time. After about an hour of messing with that it was decided that a mechanic would need to be called in. We got one approved but it would be over an hour before he could be to the campground and by then it was 11am, so we just extended our time in Richfield by another day. We didn't mind that so much, expect Richfield allows fireworks which freaks out the dog so we hadn't slept great since we'd been there. Here's a picture of Whisky the last morning we were there:
She's supposed to be laying on her bed which is at the foot of our bed; instead she took all the pillows from the bed and spread them all over the floor before finally crashing.
Anyway, the repair guy was on his way and I was trying to research how this stupid windshield wipers work but I can tell you it may seem simple but it was not intuitive. The switch seems like it would be easy but everything I read said to turn the dial to the right. Here's the switch:
It didn't say which dial (there are actually two dials the one marked PUSH and the other outer dial). Neither of the suckers would move to the right. Rusty left the RV at one point and I'd been reading all the blogs about problems with the dial so I decided I'd try once more. I must admit, I was a bit mad (well, quite a bit mad) and I turned it with all my might to the right. Both dials popped off and went flying across the cab. I'm trying frantically to get them back on before Rusty catches me, dropping f-bombs left and right when he comes back in.
"What happened?" he says to me. I, being the chill woman I am, immediately answer "Nothing." He gives me that look that makes me rethink my answer. So then I confess, "I got mad and broke it. I was trying to put it back together before you saw."
So we both are trying to put the damn thing back together and low and behold, now it works! We've got wipers!!!! It turns out the outer dial is just supposed to be instructions about where you turn it, but it doesn't make any sense since you turn it to the right once to get intermittent, two clicks to get slow speed and the third and final click to get fast speed.
So Wednesday morning we get up and take off for Grand Junction. It's hotter than you know what here, in the 100's during the day, but cooling off to the low 80's at night. We wouldn't be here for long except Rusty has some stuff he has to do for his dad's estate. Luckily, there's delicious green chile everywhere we eat so that's some compensation.
Thursday we decide to drive up to the Colorado National Monument to get out of the heat - what a joke that was. It was in the 90's up on top of the monument. There were rain clouds around us but none would grace us with their presence. The monument reminded us of Lake Powell and was really beautiful. We saw banded lizards, hawks and a small wood pecker. Here's a picture of Puff hanging out while we sat in the shade and had a snack:
It really was beautiful there, just a bit hard to enjoy when you're loosing 90% of your bodily fluids in the heat.
If you look at the picture directly above, at the mountain in the distance, that's Grand Mesa. We were watching it all afternoon in the clouds wondering what the temp was like there. Neither Rusty or I had ever been there so today we decided that's where we would head to get out of the heat. And it worked! It was in the mid-60's and raining. It turns out Grand Mesa is moose territory. Although we didn't see any actual moose, we saw a couple of golden eagles, badgers and beaver dams. The best part is that it was absolutely beautiful. Not many people and we could get out and walk just about anywhere and not see another soul. The only thing you had to look out for were the mosquitos. Luckily we were carrying natural bug repellent in the car.
This picture is from the top of Grand Mesa looking toward Delta and Hotchkiss (where Rusty's dad lived).
We decided to take a short cut at one point on a dirt road (true Wrong Way Feldman style). Rusty's favorite picture though was the one sign warning you of congested traffic around a lodge:
The entire drive was pretty much like that. I think we maybe only saw a total of 30 cars and we were gone about 5 hours. We made it back to Grand Junction about 6pm where the weather was in the low 70's and raining. It's still raining now while I write this.
For those of you wondering what there is to do in Grand Mesa, it's a great spot for a drive, for a hike, camping, fishing, kayaking and just about anything to do with nature. It's truly an amazing place.
xoxox
Julie
We had a bit of a set back. On Tuesday morning we got up to leave Richfield, Utah for Grand Junction, Colorado. It was pouring rain so it took us a while to decide if we wanted to bother with driving through the storm. When we finally decided to do it, Rusty, being the checker of all things practical, tried to turn on the windshield wipers. They wouldn't work. You could get the washer to work but not the wipers for driving in the rain. He messed with it for quite a while and then I messed with it. Finally we tried calling Tiffin's support hotline but because our RV was so new and we didn't have the number we needed for the warranty it took a bit of time. After about an hour of messing with that it was decided that a mechanic would need to be called in. We got one approved but it would be over an hour before he could be to the campground and by then it was 11am, so we just extended our time in Richfield by another day. We didn't mind that so much, expect Richfield allows fireworks which freaks out the dog so we hadn't slept great since we'd been there. Here's a picture of Whisky the last morning we were there:
Anyway, the repair guy was on his way and I was trying to research how this stupid windshield wipers work but I can tell you it may seem simple but it was not intuitive. The switch seems like it would be easy but everything I read said to turn the dial to the right. Here's the switch:
"What happened?" he says to me. I, being the chill woman I am, immediately answer "Nothing." He gives me that look that makes me rethink my answer. So then I confess, "I got mad and broke it. I was trying to put it back together before you saw."
So we both are trying to put the damn thing back together and low and behold, now it works! We've got wipers!!!! It turns out the outer dial is just supposed to be instructions about where you turn it, but it doesn't make any sense since you turn it to the right once to get intermittent, two clicks to get slow speed and the third and final click to get fast speed.
So Wednesday morning we get up and take off for Grand Junction. It's hotter than you know what here, in the 100's during the day, but cooling off to the low 80's at night. We wouldn't be here for long except Rusty has some stuff he has to do for his dad's estate. Luckily, there's delicious green chile everywhere we eat so that's some compensation.
Thursday we decide to drive up to the Colorado National Monument to get out of the heat - what a joke that was. It was in the 90's up on top of the monument. There were rain clouds around us but none would grace us with their presence. The monument reminded us of Lake Powell and was really beautiful. We saw banded lizards, hawks and a small wood pecker. Here's a picture of Puff hanging out while we sat in the shade and had a snack:
If you look at the picture directly above, at the mountain in the distance, that's Grand Mesa. We were watching it all afternoon in the clouds wondering what the temp was like there. Neither Rusty or I had ever been there so today we decided that's where we would head to get out of the heat. And it worked! It was in the mid-60's and raining. It turns out Grand Mesa is moose territory. Although we didn't see any actual moose, we saw a couple of golden eagles, badgers and beaver dams. The best part is that it was absolutely beautiful. Not many people and we could get out and walk just about anywhere and not see another soul. The only thing you had to look out for were the mosquitos. Luckily we were carrying natural bug repellent in the car.
This picture is from the top of Grand Mesa looking toward Delta and Hotchkiss (where Rusty's dad lived).
We decided to take a short cut at one point on a dirt road (true Wrong Way Feldman style). Rusty's favorite picture though was the one sign warning you of congested traffic around a lodge:
The entire drive was pretty much like that. I think we maybe only saw a total of 30 cars and we were gone about 5 hours. We made it back to Grand Junction about 6pm where the weather was in the low 70's and raining. It's still raining now while I write this.
For those of you wondering what there is to do in Grand Mesa, it's a great spot for a drive, for a hike, camping, fishing, kayaking and just about anything to do with nature. It's truly an amazing place.
xoxox
Julie
Grand Mesa- who knew. Looks awesome!
ReplyDeleteWe didn't have any of those problems with the Chinook.
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