The coach is sold!

There is a saying among boating enthusiasts that the happiest day of your life is buying a boat, and the second happiest days is selling the boat.  I suppose the same is true for motor homes.

We woke early, had a leisurely breakfast and returned to the coach.  For the last time we emptied the tanks, unhooked the power, aired the suspension, raised the levelers and pulled in the slides.  For a long time, this had been our routine and it was all going to end.  We loaded the very last of our stuff into the Jeep before heading for the dealership, which was only two freeway off ramps away.

On the short trip, I recalled the feeling to terror when we first took delivery of the coach and drove it off the lot.  The first time behind the wheel, I didn’t have a clue how to drive something that big.  Back then, with a shrug of the shoulders, I fired it up, drove off the lot and immediately got on the freeway.  It was a white knuckle ride.  Now, two and a half years later, here I was cruising down the freeway for the last time.  It could have been an out-of-body experience.

We pulled into the dealer at 10:30 and immediately got down to business.  All the paperwork was ready and the process took less than 30 minutes.  The coach was sold and that was that.  What a strange feeling knowing we would not be returning to it to fix our meals, watch TV or sleep.  It was no longer ours.  It was gone.

But the story continues. . .

Just as the Excellent Adventure didn’t begin with the purchase of the coach, it doesn’t end with its sale.  The whole point of the trip was to find a place to live.  Moving our stuff and getting set up is all part of the story.  So, the saga doesn’t end quite yet.  Think of it as a action-thriller movie where you think the bad guy is dead only to have him return for another gruesome scene.  It ain’t over till its over.