It’s Day 374 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are fine.
This morning we got ourselves a lesson, yet another priceless product of this shakedown. I’d disconnected our fresh-water line from the hydrant on our site last night, to prevent freezing. I had enough sense to make sure that the hose was drained as well as could be, too, and I brought the pressure regulator inside the warm coach.
The plan was to tap our onboard fresh-water tank, which showed two-thirds full, until the temps returned to the mid-30s.
Well, when I got up today and tried to use the water, I got barely a drip. I walked back to the status panel to find that the tank was empty.
Outside it didn’t look like we’d split the tank or a line anywhere, but the ground was still so marshy and muddy that it was hard to be sure. So I hooked up the hose, filled the tank, disconnected the hose and laid it on the ground.
That’s when I heard the faint trickle of water.
Looking down, I saw water coming out of the hose — not much, but steady. The other end was still connected to the tank, and the valve was set to “fill,” just like I’d left it last night. Apparently that’s the perfect way to siphon the tank dry.
Noted. This is how we learn.
Now on the back side of the latest round of rain and storms, eastern Tennessee was treated to a relatively clear and windy day — and it stayed cold, never escaping the low 40s. We got a chance to dry-out some, though. The nearby creek dropped at least a couple of feet.
Both Deb and Scout were a bit under the weather today, so everyone took it easy. I puttered, took a couple of walks, paid bills and listened to Real Country Music on the radio.
Unlike the hick-hop station back home, down here they know Country. I do so love The South.
Tomorrow, provided everybody’s recovered, we’ll dress for the chill and head back into town.
We have three more days in this place. We’ll do our damnedest to make the most of it.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.