We have the motorhome back! Now we are poor, but happy. It took Peter two trips to Charlotte, NC to finally get all the parts to the repair guys. I think Walter was the most excited to get back into the motorhome. He would not stop running in circles and barking. We decided to give ourselves an extra day to just hang out, clean and organize. We both deemed this necessary because the young men who worked on the motorhome were just that----young-----careless------impulsive--just in my opinion. I do have evidence. The grease rag left on top of the exhaust pipe. A couple of connectors left undone. The fact that Peter is insisting on having a day to go through EVERYTHING before he gets back on the freeway. On the other hand. This is a lovely place. We are by the Blue Ridge Parkway in the hills of Virginia. It's clear to see why Scots and Irish settled here. It looks a lot like their homeland-----only with trees. Oh! Oh! Peter is going to try to start the motorhome again. . . . . . .thank God.
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