279 miles via I-81 and I-26. Cumulative tow miles: 1,171.
This was another “easy” hop in terms of navigation: down I-81, then down I-26 to Asheville. But it was a long trip, with a refueling stop, and a couple of problems arose. First, some rubber molding on the RV came loose several times, requiring uncomfortable emergency stops on I-81. After the third failure I had to dig out some Gorilla Tape to keep it in place. Second, I changed the refueling stop and made a mental note of its location: Exit 63 on I-81. But Mile 63 came and went and there was no Exit 63. So we kept our eyes open and picked a Petro Truck Stop at Exit 26. We got fuel and lunch at the Iron Skillet (a first – they make a pretty good grilled chicken sandwich) and got back on the road. Later, in Tennessee, we passed Exit 63. My memory had the right exit but the wrong state.
I had never traveled I-26 before and was surprised at how rugged the mountains were and at the steepness of the grades. For the first time since the Grand Canyon I kept my eyes on the engine temperature (it topped out at about 200 degrees – about 10 degrees below “hot”). I also had to watch the tach. Because I was in “towing mode” where the engine helped brake. On some of the downslopes the RPMs exceeded 3500, well above the 3000 RPM start of the “red zone.” In short, I-26 was very hard on the truck. But the repaired engine performed well and we arrived without incident.
Our one-night stay in Natural Bridge was at the KOA there. Like most KOAs, it was an older park, in decent but not great shape, with fairly tight sites. This one also had some pretty dramatic hills and dips, which made getting into the site interesting. And, for the second time on the TTS, I had to use multiple wood blocks to level the rig.
Jett still wasn’t feeling well, so we did takeout from a Wendy’s in Lexington, VA, about 10 miles north. I didn’t mind the extra driving as it gave me a chance to look around the area a bit. Lexington is a very pretty small town with some very narrow streets. The narrowness was an issue because I was there around 5pm on Halloween and there were oodles of youngsters trick-or-treating. I tried very hard to avoid running them over and mostly succeeded.
The extra 20 miles – after refueling – was the reason that I had to change the refueling stop. No big deal, but getting the state wrong added a bit of drama to the trip.
Our first workamping gig
Me, in my uniform, at the marina
“Workamping” was coined to describe those full-time RVers who earn a living while traveling by working at the campground at which they are staying. It is kind of like the Old West where itinerant laborers would work around the ranch for room and board. I don’t know how many people do it, but there are several websites devoted to ads for campgrounds seeking workers (e.g., WorkampingJobs.com). These are generally low-pay jobs that are worthwhile only because the campsite is provided either free or at a huge discount.
Our summer at the Apple Island Resort in South Hero VT was our first workamping gig. It our case the campsite was not free, but was so inexpensive that it seemed like it was free. And electricity and cable TV were included. We also had free laundry. So our summer living expenses were very low. That part of the experience was entirely satisfactory.
I had a job at the marina. I had almost no experience in boating so I learned a lot. I even got my VT Boating Safety Certificate, which is basically a boating license which will make it easier for me to rent a boat anywhere in the US. Not that I intend to rent a lot of boats, but it is one of those good-to-have cards to carry around in my wallet, like my scuba certificate.
Jett had a job in the office. She was trained in one particular type of campground management software. That experience will be helpful in any campground office. She also got to brush up on her (already extensive) customer service skills.
So the positives from this first experience were:
But it wasn’t all positive. Jett’s health problems this summer really cut into whatever fun we might have had. She also intensely disliked her supervisor, to the point where she quit her job just a month into it. Her health problems would have prevented her from working much anyway, but that was moot as she had already quit by the time she got sick. She was all in favor of me quitting my job as well and just leaving VT, but I felt a commitment to finish the work assignment that I had signed up for. Besides, we had no place to go. I am sure we could have found someplace, but leaving would have left a taste of failure in my mouth.
So we stayed. We endured. We survived. And we were damn happy to leave.
Besides Jett’s dislike of her boss, there were many other things that we disliked about this summer, only some of which were work-related. The work-related dislikes:
There were also some significant negatives that were not work-related:
If I had to grade the overall experience it would be in the C- or D+ range. Jett would give it an F, for sure. The lessons we learned, should we apply for another workamping position (and we will):