Lunch at Mendooran, NSW. Via Brocklehurst out from Dubbo.
First run with the van. Rod drove out, I drove back. (I can do this! I can do this! )
Mendooran has a great free camping area you can see beside the road, turn left after the bridge as you come into town. Basic showers and loos. Plenty of space, there was about 20 vans out there and nicely spaced out, plenty of shade and access to the river bank if you wanted to throw a line in. Fenced dog run area. Big old fashioned country pub within walking distance and two or three takeaway food/cafés. Adam our nephew who lives just down the road from is, suggested it as a good first run for us.
Mr Ryan the Jayco man spent a lot of time with us this morning going thru everything, heaps and heaps of help and hints and instruction (and patience). Wonderful personal service with friendly people. They had already organised an insurance quote for us with CIL which is who everyone recommended and all I had to do was listen to what the very nice CIL lady said, answer a few questions, and pay the money, which was no where near as expensive as I thought it was going to be. Ryans also fitted the mirrors for us. And I got myself a big wide step with adjustable legs to make it easier to get in and out of the van. I tried getting out without the step and I've jarred my right hip, very oochy ouchy, so I will be using the step from now on.
All in all a very busy but pleasant day.
Then when we got back into town, I pulled up out the front and we sat on the front veranda talking about a plan for getting the van into the backyard. Who was going to try it and who was going to be the guide. Both of us wanting to give it a go but neither of us wanting to face the possibility of getting stuck across the road blocking traffic and both of us knowing neither one of us would take direction well from the other or give be good at giving direction too, without a degree of 'stress'. So, we had a coffee while we thought about it, and eyeballed the width of the carport which I swear has shrunk since yesterday. We then did a bit of measuring, with a tape this time, coming to the realisation that the van is not going to go thru the car port into the backyard, (so the airconditioner for my sewing room was taken out of the window fitting which was then ground away, for no reason. I told the He Who Suffers and his mate The Best Man to measure first. Grrrrr.
Aaanyway, after a bit of a discussion we decided to enlist the help of the aforementioned nephew, who being a Truckie, a woodcutter and a bushy born and bred, has lots of experience at these things. He came up and reversed it into the driveway easy peasy, then manhandled it into position under the big carport awning on the front of the house. Hey, weren't we smarty pants putting that on when we did. Van fits on the driveway and the car fits in beside it nicely, still leaving plenty of room for people to walk up to the front veranda. Thank goodness Adam did it though, because we would have put the van in the wrong place, on the wrong angle and would have probably taken the aerial off the roof too. There's just enough room to pop the top under the awning to relieve the pressure on the seals, as we were advised. Thank you Adam Currey, your blood's worth bottling.
Then it got dark before I could take some photos with the iPad, because I forgot to charge the camera, so you're going to have to wait for them.
That's all folks, I'm pooped and looking forward to my bed.
It's raining here in Dubbo but not cold.