Well we got back to the apartment in Rochester in plenty of time to go to an annual meeting, attend a funeral, have a dinner and a coffee and oh yes start the Xerox Rochester International Jazz Festival on Friday. We were just south of Burlington VT for the duration of their jazz festival, but the presence of family and pre wedding events precluded our even getting to hear a snippet on the street.

The ride home through the Adirondacks on route 8 was beautiful and, for the most part uneventful. GWhiz did try to show us a new kind of issue, but master RV tech Paul solved the problem in no time. We stopped for lunch in a roadside pullout we have used before just outside Speculator (that is indeed a town in NY). I went to use the facilities and the water pump would not activate. Since this is relay operated and can be activated from 4 different switches I assumed Carol had managed to try to activate it from the kitchen switch at the exact moment I had tried. Wrong. She was indeed trying and continued to try as I came to to see what was up. First thought “oh darn, (or something like that) we must have blown a fuse, it was working 30 minutes ago.” Quickly searched the easy to reach fuse blocks and found no pump fuse. We were well off the road so I pulled out the driver side bedroom slide to get to the fuse block with most of the house fuses. There I found the pump fuse. No matter how I tested it, it was good. Darn! Time to actually look at the pump, which meant going out in the subsiding drizzle. It was not on fire or anything so I knelt down with my trusty Volt/Ohm meter in hand remembering how little I actually know about that stuff. I uncapped the hot wire connection and determined that there was 12.7 volts DC from the connection to chassis ground. I followed some wires from the front of the pump to the back where the relay that operated it seemed to be. As I traced the wires one of them came loose in my hand. Ah Ha! found where it went, plugged it back in and tried the pump switch. It lit up and the pump pressurized the line. We were back in business. I think writing about it took longer than doing it. The roads in New York are dreadful. I 88 may be the worst highway I have driven outside of the New York City area (we took that on the way too Vermont). The mountain roads were pretty bad too. I sure hope that is all that has shaken loose.

The coach is in storage. I will go out and pet it once a week and start the generator once a month. There is other cleaning and work to be done once we settle into a routine. The apartment is all back together with the pictures back up on their hooks and the clutter of life covering many surfaces. We are looking forward to an active summer which I will document here as we go along.