As much of this blog is being written well after our trip due to lack of Internet service along the way, I'm plugging in this story here, though it may have actually occurred another day.
Ever since we started our trip, I've worn a spare key to the RV around my neck, which is no small matter as it is a big fob with the key built in...not very comfortable in bed. I wore it because the key is unusual, being a Mercedes key, and I was concerned if we got locked out or lost the key it would be very difficult and expensive to get a replacement out here.
We stopped at a rest stop briefly and as we pulled in, we noticed another Winnebago just like ours, so I pulled up beside it. There was an elderly man with his dog out beside it. It was hot outside and he had left the engine running to keep it cool, I assumed. As we pulled up, I rolled down my window and asked the man how he liked his motorhome. It was then my paranoid insistence in wearing the spare key around my neck became a wise choice. The man and his dog were locked out...with the engine still running. The Mercedes van that the motorhome is built on has a "safety" measure where if the engine is left running for several minutes, it will automatically lock the doors. Surprise! For giggles, we tried my key, but unfortunately, it would not open his RV. He had already called a locksmith who was on the way, but it was 30-40 miles away. It was going to be expensive, no doubt. To make the situation even more sad, the man told me he and his wife had bought the new motorhome the previous year (about the same time we bought ours), planning on seeing the country. But, his wife died shortly afterwards, before they got to travel in it. This trip was his way of fulfilling their dreams.
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