Perhaps a bit of explaining is in order. Some time ago I hung up a clock in the RV that also displays temperature and humidity, and the best part: weather based on the humidity. Anything above 75% and the clock thinks it’s raining and displays a little rain cloud and a frowny face because of the decreased comfort level.
As you can imagine, this being coastal South Carolina during the summer and me not having a dehumidifier, it’s always raining inside. Up until Monday anyway. After a typically muggy day on Sunday, during that evening the temperature actually dropped below 70 degrees outside and the humidity backed off. Since then we’ve been having cooler nights and less humid days and the clock is showing partly sunny inside, perhaps fall is finally on the way. Now that I’m leaving. Of course.
Other than the mugginess, Sunday was a good day. Mostly overcast but no rain, which was great for our saltwater marsh kayaking trip with our friend from Charleston. This time we started at low tide and finished near high tide, the rise in water level as we went was quite dramatic. You can compare this picture to the one from my previous kayaking trip here to see just how much the tide fluctuates around here.
Meandering pathways through the cordgrass that were dry or cut off by oyster beds as we were heading out were clear on the way back with a five foot rise in the water table. Green herons and snowy egrets were out in abundance, and we also spied a poor owl being chased by several crows. Schools of small fish swarmed flotsam coming in with the tide, and fiddler crabs scuttled along the muddy banks, quick to disappear into their holes as we paddled past.
Progress continues on my RV. This is what my Reese hitch looks like, fully functioning and operational for the first time since I bought it back in April. It sure is nice to have it all put together, and Monday it was put to the test as I drove it back out to Matthew’s Marine, the lot where I stored the Casita in the weeks before moving into it. They have a washing station there, and Bill was going to let me wash it for free. Julie and I scrubbed all the green and black off of it over the next two hours, and though he tried to decline I handed Bill a five on our way out.
I call this color blindingly clean white. Red Max Pro is the kind of wax that I use on the Casita, it’s actually a floor wax but several Casita owners swear by the stuff. It goes on easy and makes even the chalkiest of gelcoats look shiny and new (I wouldn’t recommend it for non-fiberglass RVs). I know several owners who have had their wax jobs last a year or more, sadly I won’t be getting that kind of mileage out of it. Where the sun has been hitting the trailer the most through the summer the wax is already gone, and we took a bit more off as we were scrubbing. Then again, for the best effect you’re suppose to put five very thin layers of the wax on, and I only managed two.
After all of that sweating and scrubbing, it was time to hit Hunting Island one last time. Getting the RV set back up at Stoney Crest took about as long as getting it ready to roll was – about two hours. I’m thinking that the more I do it, the quicker I’ll get, although the way I see it going slow is preferable to trying to rush the job and forgetting something. By the time Julie and I made it out there it was already five in the afternoon, good thing the park is open until nine during daylight savings.
It being Monday and after Labor Day, there weren’t many people around, the perfect time to be at the beach. We walked all the way down to the campground, what can I say, I still enjoy looking at other people’s RVs. My efforts were rewarded, for in the first loop I spied another fiberglass egg, this specimen being a 13′ Scamp.
In all the times I’ve been out to Hunting Island, this is the first time I’ve been on the beach at sunset, it was gorgeous. We swam in the ocean until we got cold, then walked along the beach until we ran out of light. I’ve already told Julie that when I come down here to visit, this is where I’ll be staying with the Casita. And so I bid the lighthouse goodbye and goodnight on our way out, but only until next time.
Yesterday I signed up for my new health insurance through Coventry One, as my current carrier Humana doesn’t do business in South Dakota. If you’re looking to go full-time and aren’t sure where to start with health insurance, ehealthinsurance.com is a good resource. They ask for some basic information including age, sex, and location, and then spit out numerous (in my case, 54) plans from many health insurance companies.
I also got my hair cut, called some places to get my address changed, unrolled the awning to verify that yes indeed it works, and failed to fall asleep in a timely manner due to itchy fire ant bites. I’ll miss many things about South Carolina, but the fire ants aren’t one of them.
Today was also full of stuff to do. I took Bertha in to be washed, packed away the rest of the outdoor furniture, then organized the bed of the truck so that it all fits. The windows of the Casita are now clean, the two snap caps that got knocked off when we were washing are replaced, and I have purchased shoes for working at Amazon.
At one-o-clock I had an appointment with Martin and Catherine to replace the anode rod in my water heater, these are the good folks who came over to help me with the plumbing vents. Martin came armed with an arsenal of tools and lubricants prepared to assault the rusty and corroded looking anode rod. He set up his station, and we all hunkered down for what we were expecting to be a long and drawn out battle. And then the rod came loose easily with the first twist of the socket wrench, not even a spritz of WD-40 needed. It was all very anticlimactic.
If your anode rod is 50% gone, it’s probably best to replace it. Suburban’s official policy says that when 75% of the weight is gone it needs replacing. If it looks like this however, then it should have been replaced many moons ago. The good news: no sand or grit in the tank means that my water filter has been doing it’s job, and no purple flecks means that the porcelain lining of the tank is still intact, which means that I got off lucky and caught it before any serious damage was done to the water heater.
And now it’s almost midnight. I’ll try to put up a quick post on Friday before I leave for Indian Springs, if not I’ll catch you all on the other side. Goodnight, and pleasant dreams.
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