Just another day indeed. Picture it, RV Resort, North Carolina, in Hillbilly Acres. I pull into a "RV Resort" I should have known it was not going to go well after I saw the other "RV'S" parked in the resort.
They are old old old mobile homes. Most look abandoned but, alas, they are occupied. Anyway ding dong manager says I'll direct you to your spot, she gives me some directions, turn right up here, oh you just drive through that empty site, then just go down the road then turn left... Then she splits, so much for guiding me in... This is where things went horribly
I head out through the empty spot, turned right, followed the road try to turn left, the road is very narrow and there is a car parked in their driveway but with the rear end hanging out in the road. Just a bit.
So I cut to the right then make the turn to the left, everything was just peachy for a minute then, not. The driver side duals dropped into a drainage ditch that I couldn't see from the road. Surprise! Where was the manager? Where was my partner, where the heck was the marker to let you know there is a drainage ditch hiding under the long grass on the side Of the road? Turns out they were standing in the spot waiting for me.
The Motorhome swooped into the ditch then climbed back out dragging grass and mud stuffed into the bay where the door was now hanging open, flopping in the breeze. Rats! Ended up scuffing paint and bending the latch, that I bent back. All this bother just to stay in a rundown dump "resort"