The last time we were in Ohiopyle we had some “issues!” We hit a piece of truck tire and thought the RV had come right off the frame. Then we couldn’t find the campground, and finally were just glad to be in our little “hidy-hole” for the night.
Yesterday, knowing more (oh, that is a dangerous thought), we took better roads to Ohiopyle, but we hit a piece of aluminum on the road and thought the RV was coming off the frame. We knew where the campground was...up the hill and four miles down a small country road...checked in...we are on Hickory St (it’s alphabetical). The first one is easy...Aspen, then Birch...(G?)...aah Ginko. There is a broken down trailer in our assigned spot. Back to the kiosk...new site...too short...back to the kiosk...new site...no power...back to the kiosk. Finally we take the mega-deluxe site...at this point, we just wanted to settle into our little “hidy-hole!”
We did feel bad for the stuck trailer. After waiting the whole day, a service truck arrived...after another hour or so, they got their trailer towed out.
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The next morning we were ready to leave. Ate breakfast, tidied up the RV. It wouldn’t START. We got same “Service Airbag” message. We are heading for the most remote place we have ever been...with an RV in questionable state. So we knew the trip was off, but we had an RV on the top of a mountain...we decided to have another cup of coffee and discuss our options. Well, one more time...it started. We were 423 miles from home with enough fuel to get 435 miles...off we went...straight home...never shut the engine off till the RV was in its storage “hidy-hole.”
N.B. After towing it to the dealer, tightening every electrical connection, replacing the Body Control Module, etc for about $1,000, I found the real problem...a bad $6 relay. What’s that saying for the sake of a nail, a shoe was lost...
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