Friday, a sub-200 mile day from Denver to Lathrop State Park outside
Walsenburg. Saturday we got spinning rods and lures out, and the boats in
the water early for some kayak fishing. Some trolling. Some drifting off
the bank, casting in against the cover and teasing out the fish. It was a
nice paddle. As a fish to fish ratio, Judy caught infinitely more bass than
I did. Got off the water by noon just as the thunderstorms came in.
Another life on the road motorhome lesson. The thunderstorms pass. The
weather gets perfect, settling down for the night at dusk. We put the boats
back in the water for some more bass fishing. The lesson? Never go back
out on the lake bass fishing while the weather is perfect and calm, while
the awning is still out on the motorhome.
Surprise thunder windstorm right at dark. Didn't see that one coming.
Lightning and a quick exit from the lake. We just barely got the kayaks
back on top of the Jeep in the burst of wind that accompanied the sudden
rain. By the time we drove the five minutes back to the motorhome, the wind
had already disassembled the awning. It didn't bend or break any of the
apparatus, it just took it apart. The fabric was undamaged. Even in the
wind, we got the awning retracted enough to make it through the night.
The next day, we got it all back together, save one piece. I remember the
same thing happened to me when I rebuilt the vacuum cleaner. I had one
piece left over. This time, however, I know where the piece goes, I just
don't have the right tool, or the brute force of the wind, to put it back
where it belongs. Even without that last piece, it folded up nicely like
it's supposed to. We'll just leave it folded until we can have someone
finish the fix for us.
