I’m sitting in a bit of a wind storm and its mildly disquieting. Our little camper, though very stable and made to do exactly what we’re asking of it, is a little wobbly. I’m up in the loft with a great view of the way the ceiling moves with every swell of the wind. Honestly, its much more dramatic up here than it is outside. But I still don’t love it.
There are days in camper life that aren’t all pretty pictures and hiking. At this point, we’re two mornings in to living full time in our camper and have run into a full day of plumbing repair already.
It started as a little leak near the sink. Exploration. Searching for the connector that wasn’t fitting properly. The front of the cabinet section comes completely off. More searching. Can’t reach through the maze of pipe fittings and hoses. The sink comes out. Still a small leak to be found. The faucet is removed and pulled apart. Cause of the leak found. Parts needed.
With our house being stuck on the back of our truck, everything gets packed and put away before we can just run to the store for rubber seals and a 19mm socket. The sink is on the floor, the electrical jacks and controllers are disconnected and dangling and the rest of our previously neatly organized items from the drawers and cupboards are bagged and added to the pile on the floor.
With the all-clear from our mechanic, we feel a freedom to explore knowing that our truck will reliably take us everywhere. A leak in our faucet wasn’t on the list of things to do our first day out but, thankfully we are close enough to town to get what was needed and the repair mostly done by sundown. The faucet is janky and the fitting is wrong so until we find the correct parts, it has a very fancy bow-tie of a towel keeping the leak from going too far but now everything else is tight and leak-free.
The wind is still blowing like a banshee. Learning to trust that everything is going to stay put, that the ceiling isn’t going to come down on top of me while I write, is pulling at the fibers that are very tightly and incorrectly wound throughout my thought process. I can already see that I should come to expect that every day I will probably run into something that will begin to unravel those fears. Yesterday was a leaky faucet. Today is the wind. Tomorrow, something else to learn.
From a little search to major exploration, with a little help from Dani: