Remember when I said we would see you at the Buffalo, Idaho campground in the Targhee National Forest? Well, you would have, except we couldn't make ourselves fit in there, no matter how we tried! After a really long drive yesterday to get there, we arrived at the campground and pulled in. The car battery was DOA after five hours of driving, no surprise there. Get out the battery charger, give it a boost and on to the campsite only to find that a supposedly 60 foot pull through site was a CURVED one, with lots of close pine trees and branches overhanging both sides. Eldy didn't think we could fit in there, BUT--Sparky insisted we could. (Maybe SOME day, she'll learn Eldo Knows Best)
So he pulls the MH around to come into the site and we start the signals---Sparky is out in back behind the coach, Eldo is doing everything he can to do what Sparky tells him to do.."Turn this way, no not THAT much, now the other way"...I'm gesturing like crazy, trying to demonstrate with pinching my fingers just a little bit that I mean TURN JUST A LITTLE THIS WAY, and TURN JUST A LITTLE TO THE RIGHT and pretty soon Sparky looks like a deaf person doing all kinds of conversation with her hands and fingers and Eldy is about to throw in the towel because he has no idea what Sparky wants him to do!
He starts to realize that if Sparky gets him situated on one side of the curve, the slides are going to go smack dab into the pine tree branches on the other side. Sparky is trying to watch both sides of the coach at the same time by holding up the "WAIT" finger (you DO know which one that is, right?) while she dashes to the other side to look to see if the branches are scraping the sides....uh-oh! Gotta move forward a little bit, now move the coach back a bit. We went back and forth and side to side, and the neighbors were starting to pay attention as our voices were getting a little louder...Finally, Eldy gets out of the coach, and says, "THAT'S IT!--We're moving on to the next park!" And he said it very nicely to his credit....No swearing, no bad words, no dirty looks, but he almost cried when he saw the tree branches multiple scrapes on the side of the motorhome. Luckily, the coach was so dirty and dusty, that the branches scraped the inch of dust off and not the paint....Sparky had to keep reassuring him that it was just dust marks and not scratches....She'd be a FOOL to try and take photos of the efforts it took to try and get in this site, so she didn't! (E. says, wise woman!)