Two days ago we secured our new home. She's a 1991 Granville Debonair. I thought we'd get her in the morning and then have the afternoon to prepare for the garage sale the next day. Nope. Didn't work that way. I guess I really wasn't surprised. Everything always takes so much longer than expected. I went to get our PO Box in the morning then stopped at the campground to reserve a spot. When I got there they were having a birthday party for one of the employees. The campground culture is super nice, at least it is here. They invited me for coffee (which I politely refused, since I can't stand the stuff) and for cake and treats. I did indulge in a small pastry, but otherwise left them to their celebration since I needed to get back home.
We then went after the RV. The folks we bought it from had it all cleaned out, save a few items for us to choose from. I kept the bed linens, since we don't have those sized sheets, but otherwise, we left it all with them. I then remembered that we needed to get insurance on it, so I called Geico, the carrier we have on the trailer parked on our property. Apparently they don't offer a full-timers policy on motorhomes. I found this very odd, since we have a location policy on Frank the trailer. Anyway, it took us about two hours to secure insurance, then I dropped Dave off at the RV to drive it home and I went to the DMV for plates. When I got there, the woman at the check-in desk thought we'd only be able to get temporary tags, since the emissions test that was in the RV had been used for the previous owners' plates. After about an hour's wait, it was my turn and we lucked out. It seems that the campground we're staying at is just outside the area that requires emissions! I was so happy. I had imagined that we would have to take the RV up there, then at some point unhook and take it to the emissions test facility.
We opted to take the RV (which REALLY needs a name) up to the site that night, getting it out of the way here while we garage sale and pack. I loaded it up with some stuff and then Dave suggested we take it for a drive, so we all piled in and headed out. The dogs loved it! Henry spent most of the drive on the back of the couch, looking out the window.
Our drive took us to the motorcycle store, where we parked our big motorhome to go pick up my new jacket. After we got out back to road, Dave asked if I wanted to drive it, so, with a few nerves, I did. I drove it home. It was a lot less scary than I imagined it would be.
Then yesterday we garage-saled it. We sold quite a bit of stuff, really nearly giving much of it away. It was painful, but it's better than storing it all again. We really plan to have our storage locker for only 4 - 6 months. Then we will either be in Cheyenne or Terlingua. And we won't be having stuff sitting in storage for 7 years.
After the sale, my brother and sis-in-law (who came up on their bikes to check out the garage sale and help out with stuff) and I went for a motorcycle ride. I hadn't gotten much time on the bike since Dave uses it for commuting to Cheyenne. We rode up to the RV, where I picked up my new jacket (which I'd stored there, thinking I wouldn't be riding until we'd moved.) It was a really nice ride and the jacket is amazing! I barely feel like I'm wearing one.
Now we're on to packing and loading. Wee haa!
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