The rig at Big Bend.
The sun was well up when Mother Nature’s alarm clock
(birds in the cedars behind me) woke me up.
Neither Jean, in the RV, or myself had gotten much sleep through the
storms. We took turns taking a nap. I was then awakened by the sound of a large
mower, and then the sound of gravel and sticks hitting the side of the RV. The operator was running the mover both with
the guard or deflector up, and with the discharge directed at the trailers and
vehicles. It was almost like it was
deliberate as he would make circles around and around each unit, but always
blowing debris toward the campers and trucks. Thinking of the tent up on the hill, I got
up. Jean said, “If you are concerned
about the tent, he has already been up there.”
As I got dressed, I looked out
and saw him with a weed whacker.
Considering how careless he’d been already with the mower, I was not
about to let him around the tent with a weed whacker. He continued down the park, but I walked up
the hill. I was not happy with what I
found.
Ibi sitting on her PaddleCart. The Falcon Sail is furled and laying
on the left side of the cockpit coaming, which shows how compact
the furled rig is.
With the deflector up and the mower deck flat on the
ground, he had run around and around the tent blowing toward the
tent. He had covered it in a thick
blanket of grass, dirt, and debris. All
of that was also blown under the fly and against the mesh of the tent. Without bothering to look, I knew what the
inside and all of my bedding would look like.
I called the Corps of Engineers, and they sent out the manager of
contractual services, who in turn called the work crew supervisor to the scene
of the crime. I think this was the first
time I’ve ever filed a complaint that could affect someone’s job, but I allow little
tolerance for stupidity, incompetence, or wilfull destruction. They offered to help in any way they could,
but the damage had been done. I mainly
wanted someone to see how careless the mower operator had been, and did shortly
see him mowing with the deflector down and blowing debris away from the
vehicles. Our neighbor was out also looking
around his camper. It had been struck
hard enough by a stone that he feared finding a hole. All I could do was knock the tent down, drag
all my gear and bedding out onto the ground to shake the dirt out, and then set
it all up again.
The rig is set up dry before going out just to make sure everything
is run properly and thus avoid any issues on the water. The owner
can select his own colors from Falcon Sails. I went with hot pink and
chartreuse for maximum visibility.
The afternoon had heated substantially, so I had left
the fly off until the clouds began to tower high and turn dark around 3
o’clock. By four, another large squall
and thunderstorm began to blow through.
I put the fly back on and anchored everything. The storm blew through quickly, and after a
half-hour, the sun was out again.
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