But we passed a very important test this week. The coach is water tight! After Wednesday's downpour, we found not the tiniest leak throughout the whole coach. Praise God!
We happened to be out doing our first major grocery shopping since setting up housekeeping in the motor home when the storm hit. We heard the rain pounding down and before we knew it, the sirens were blaring and the phone alerts were telling us to "take cover." And, of course, like all good Minnesotans, we ran for cover.... umm, I mean we continued to shop since we didn't see any actual tornadoes, the roof was still intact, and none of the plate glass windows in the store were broken. By the time we finished, the rain had died down enough to get from the store to the car without getting drenched.
We happened to be out doing our first major grocery shopping since setting up housekeeping in the motor home when the storm hit. We heard the rain pounding down and before we knew it, the sirens were blaring and the phone alerts were telling us to "take cover." And, of course, like all good Minnesotans, we ran for cover.... umm, I mean we continued to shop since we didn't see any actual tornadoes, the roof was still intact, and none of the plate glass windows in the store were broken. By the time we finished, the rain had died down enough to get from the store to the car without getting drenched.
Arriving back at the RV site, cars were lined up near the shelter because apparently they are NOT from Minnesota and were taking cover, and there was absolutely no place to park, even if we wanted to. The wind had calmed, but the sirens were still going. And honestly, by the time it starts raining, the tornadoes are long gone, right? Well, that was our rationale, anyway, and so after a moment or two of indecision, we finally just went "home," put away the groceries and checked for leaks. What a sigh of relief to learn we were high and dry.
One less thing to worry about fixing.
Now since we can't check into our next site (Lebanon Hills, Apple Valley) until this afternoon, Mark drove his motor home to work today. We parked our rig in the parking lot of the TCF building in Plymouth. Mark gets to show off his home to his colleagues, and I am comfortably passing the day with some nice scenic trees on one side of me and a giant parking lot on the other. Such is the nomad life we live.What other adventures await us? ...
I promise this blog will get a little more interesting once Mark officially retires and we start our real travels. Stay tuned.
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