Well, there was no sign of sun, but the weather held out, so we still chose to proceed. We began cleaning the outside of the rig, but our pressure washer was being temperamental. In an effort to get the job done quickly, we drove up to the closest car wash and spent $10 in the wash bay. Driving it home helped it air dry and we anxiously pulled up to the side of the house to do the last chore--get the cover on. The only issue was a steady 18 mph wind with 27 mph gusts occurring at regular intervals.
Ever tried to put an RV cover on in the wind? It’s not fun. Trust me.
While Boy Bird climbed on top of the rig to pull the cover towards the front, I stayed below, doing my best to guide the cover up, keep it from hitting the neighbor’s truck and getting ripped on the fence. As I stood below, surrounded in the billowing silver fabric, I realized it was a lost cause. I moved to the back of the RV to move the fabric from getting caught on the ladder when Boy Bird, who was still on top, yelled down for me to get the cover off of the fence.
As I tried to walk over to remedy the situation, I discovered my feet were caught in the fabric. I couldn’t move forward without hopping. After hopping twice to the fence, and releasing the fabric before it caused any major damage, I yelled up that we would have to give it up.
This frustrating experience created one of those lovely RV moments that we all like to forget. You know the kind. We used to get them often when it was late, and we were tired, and we had to pull into a campsite late at night and set up when tempers were flaring.
This time, tempers were flaring because our window of opportunity to finish this task was supposedly very small. The weather report called for rain for the next several days.
The fence did end up ripping our cover in three places. My only regret is there are no photos documenting this experience. I wish I had been in the right mind to take some photos of that experience.
Today though, our luck changed. With no wind, and only slight remnants of the rain, we were able to put the cover on. It’s a sad sight really, our rig all wrapped up like a mummy on the side of the house.





