Thursday afternoon, as we were pulling into St. Augustine, we drove past an RV dealership and noticed some Ever-Lites on the lot. Brian made a comment that it was good to see a dealership was close by in case something went wrong. I’m thinking, “Hello Debbie Downer, nothing’s going to go wrong.”
I’ll be darned, 20 minutes later when we were trying to unhitch: “We’ve got a problem,” Brian said.
The electric tongue jack, which holds the front end of the trailer up when it’s parked and detached from the car, wouldn’t go down. There’s a manual mode, but that only works in the event of power loss and it appeared the problem was the gears. With only about 45 minutes until dinner, we decided to leave the trailer hitched up and call a cab to take us to dinner and deal with the trailer situation on Friday.
After a relaxed Thanksgiving evening and night, we woke up Friday morning and Brian started calling around, looking for a replacement jack. He called the Ever-Lite dealer we had passed and found out very few dealers and RV service centers stock the particular brand we have. We finally heard from our dealer who told us to buy whatever brand we wanted, it would still be covered under warranty. As Brian continued the phone calls and weighing our options, our neighbor came over to compliment the trailer. When Brian told him we were having problems, he offered up a jack that would allow us to unhitch. Turned out, that was a lifesaver, as Brian ended up having to drive all over St. Augustine looking for a replacement jack. He would have had to haul the trailer all over town behind him had it not been for the very nice neighbor.
We also met another nice neighbor who came over to see the trailer. When I inquired about the Chicago Police logo on his shorts, we found out he ws a retired CPD officer. He soon brought over his wife and dogs for us to meet. We had a nice visit with them before Brian headed out on his jack-finding mission.
While Brian was out, I stayed at the campground and visited with his sister and family who arrived shortly after he left. At about 3:00 pm, Brian called it quits. We had what turned out to be a day-after Thanksgiving feast to get to!
His cousin, Art, who lives in St. Augustine with his wife, Kristen, and their 10-year-old twin son and daughter, invited us over. We were expecting to go for a few drinks and maybe appetizers, but we arrived to find a complete Thanksgiving spread. What a nice surprise! We told her she didn’t have to go to the trouble, but she said, “Well, you’re family,” to which I told her that was the diffence between me and her. I would have been like, “Meh, it’s only family. No need to impress.” 🙂
It was an incredibly fun night with lots of laughs, and entertainment by the twins, who are quite the hoot. We stayed out way later than normal, but time also went by very fast. It always does when you’re having a good time.
Brian is putting the finishing touches on the repair job at the moment, then I think we are headed to the beach and then to see what all we fit into our last day here in St. Augustine. Tomorrow, we hitch up again and head south to the Keys.