Budists

Our day in Buda (pronounced "bewda") was a day of hurry up and wait. But, it was mostly about waiting.

First thing this morning, Paul walked over to the service counter at the dealer just steps from our campground. Our appointment was confirmed for 9:30. Just before the appointed time, we unplugged the moose, pulled in the slides and loaded our crated cats in the back of our Jeep. We rolled up to the dealer and got things underway. We have a list of minor issues that we need to get taken care of before we get too much farther down the road, and this seemed like the place to work on that.

Entrusting your home to total strangers takes a leap of faith. We didn't pick this dealer for its stellar reputation. Heck, we don't even know anything about its reputation. It's a Winnie dealer on our route. And, they have their own campground. How's that for selection criteria? Like so many decisions we've made since we started fulltiming, we just trusted our gut on this.

With the moose in hopefully good hands, the family trundled off to a very nearby Cracker Barrel for a late breakfast. With temperatures in the low 60s and cloudy skies, today's weather was perfect for letting the cats hang in the Jeep. They napped comfortably while we had a long and very leisurely meal. After all, we had nothing else to do! After brunch, we wandered over to the Cabela's next door. We continue to be amazed at how this store can captivate two non-sportsmen like us. We spent at least an hour entertaining ourselves in the store, and didn't buy a thing. Next, we wandered next door to Walmart. And, as fellow fulltimers know, if you've seen one Walmart, you've seen them all. We walked the store, killed more time and picked up a couple of things. By early afternoon we'd hung with the Budists long enough. A steady rain began to pour, so we cut our time killing short and headed back to the dealership. There, we waited.

And, we waited.

Days like this come with the territory when you decide to live in a house on wheels. Every so often you find yourself sitting on an uncomfortable chair playing games on your phone while a you-hope-skilled technician works through your service issues. Even with a long, boring wait, we told ourselves more than once that this was better than a day at the office. So true!

About 4:30 we were ready to go and so was the moose. Several items were successfully checked off the list. As we suspected, parts needed to be ordered for a couple of issues. So, we decided to head out tomorrow and spend a week in Kerrville. Then, we'll head back here late next week and finish the job. Such is life lived on the fly!

With the moose checked out, we made the short trip back to the campground to the same narrow site we squeezed into yesterday. With a big metal electrical panel hanging off a pole on the right and a sewer connection sticking up on the left edge of the site, it's a tight fit for a 40-foot moose. Just as we were setting up to make the turn, our next door neighbor popped his head out of the door of his fiver and yelled to me "Watch out for that pole!" To which I replied, "Thanks, yeah, we know!" He closed the door and no doubt enjoyed his front-row seat for the parking festivities as we worked carefully to park the moose without a scratch.

When it was done he popped his head back out and complemented us on our stellar parking job. (We are quite a team!) We chatted for a bit and were struck by how all we saw was his head. When I say he popped his head out, I wasn't kidding. That was all we could see!

After we wished each other a good evening, we started to wonder. Could it be that our neighbor is a Budist Nudist?

We won't touch that one!