First instance of cutting shore power
I spent most of the morning awaiting permission to “cut shore power”. No, I’m not afloat. That’s just RV lingo for unplugging the fat gray extension cord before setting off to see the world, one small step at a time. We didn’t pull onto the highway until after noon, but the preparation meant that meals were “for a future moment”.
I did get my recycling out, fully a day early. Will I get a certificate of merit?
In the van, we managed to find and stow pretty much everything on the prepared checklist. Except for a tire pressure gauge. I used to have one. Any excuse to go on an extended shopping session in the Canadian Tire store is good. I haven’t actually checked tire pressure at any point over the last three decades, but RV manuals emphasize the importance. Although the book of things I should know by heart gave daily destinations, I hadn’t correlated anything with a map. Figured we could “wing it” after crossing the bridge. Supper depended on someone named Siri… Siri, where is Subway? Siri, how do we get back on the main road? To”her” credit, we didn’t get sent to the restaurant that is closed until tomorrow. And now I have a half-sandwich in the tiny fridge, as stores against a midnight crisis.
The wifi in this campground is stable. I captured an aerial photo, to help me situate myself. Or call in reinforcements. NB has wilder animals than the Island.
Anyhow, the photo shows: that we are in a sea of big rigs.
