Welcome to Florida

In my last post I shared that we were headed to an RV repair facility to have our toilet fixed and have some other maintenance work done.

We got up early (very early) Saturday Morning, 11/3, and were on the road by 6:45 am.  Those of you who know us well, know that we're not morning people, and even when we get up early we don't get going until late morning.  Six forty five is unheard of for me, and it took Jim back to remembering the days when he left for his drive to Camden in the early morning hours.

Anyway, the service manager was supposedly expecting us by 10.  Well, by the time we stopped for fuel, and dealt with lots of heavy fog, it was pretty obvious we wouldn't make it by 10, although our navigation tools had predicted it was less than a 3 hour drive.  I called and said we'd be there around 11.  "That's fine," said the girl who answered the phone.   

When we pulled into Alliance RV just before 11, an elderly gentleman with a hat, a clipboard, and a name tag that identified him as the camp host greeted us.  We thought we were at a repair facility, and here, we were being welcomed by a camp host.  What's that about?  He chatted us up for awhile until I suggested we go inside since it was 11 o'clock and we were expected.  We walked into a huge waiting room with big sofas and tables, TVs, game tables with completed and partially completed jigsaw puzzles, coffee, kiddie games, anything people might want to while away the time while they waited for their homes on wheels to be returned to them at the end of the service day.  We checked in at the desk, our service advisor was paged, and we waited until 12 before he personally greeted us.  A sign of things to come?  Probably.  He advised us to go to our assigned "camp site" and he'd be out to talk to us soon.

The camp host guided us to the "camp ground", a big lot with numbered spots for the RVs, water and electric hookups, a spot for the car, and a patch of grass between the "sites".  Not exactly luxury or wilderness, but it would suffice for a short time. 

 

Jim backed the RV into the site and we packed up the car for a trip to the laundromat, had a snack,  and were shortly visited by a service tech who said he was going to fix the toilet.  Out we went and he drove the coach off. 

We stopped into the office once more, paged the service advisor and briefly made vague plans to talk on Monday about the other items to be done.  Off we went for an afternoon of laundry and errands.  Fortunately when we arrived back at the camp site the coach was there with a working toilet.  We could now spend the rest of the weekend at Camp Alliance Coach.