Return to LaSalle, Illinois

Its time to leave Green Bay.  This is one of the few places we stayed that we are sad about leaving.  Our stay here was fun, we made good friends and we’ll be  back someday.

Since most of the get-the-coach-ready things were done the night before, we were preparedto get an early start.

But first, a word about the campsite. . .

This part of the campground is close to the creek that runs through the property and was probably underwater when the old mill was in operation.  Consequently, the ground we camped on was mostly clay sediment covered by grass; not ideal for heavy motorhomes.  During the week the coach was getting lower and lower and by the time we were ready to leave, the wood blocks under the levelers had disappeared.  Obviously, we were concerned about getting out.

Now, back to the story. . .

As usual, Jeanne started the coach to air-up the suspension, retract the levelers and pull in the slides.  It took me a full fifteen minutes to dig out the leveling blocks.  With the levelers up, all the weight was now on the wheels and the coach was leaning dangerously to the right.  We were getting nervous and it was time to leave — now.  I put the coach in gear, engaged the ATC and gave it some throttle.

The engine roared.

Nothing happened.

I desperately tried to remember which section of the manual gave towing instructions.

I thought: Oh No!  Not the Manual!  Quick, think of something else!  Give It More Power!

The engine screamed and the coach heaved forward.  Free at last!

Once on the gravel road, we returned to inspect the campsite.  The deep impressions left by the levelers and wheels could easily be mistaken for an alien landing site.  Jeanne suggested we call the university so they could send a team of scientists to investigate.  Anyway, before long we were on our way south along I-43.

The rest of the day was a long and uneventful drive to the KOA outside of LaSalle, Indiana, where we had stayed before.