Bad Luck Comes in Threes

When we tried to leave our campground in St. George, UT, we had difficulty getting the coach to air up. We had an air leak. We had experienced this at our last stop as well. Harold had crawled under the coach and managed to get the valve to stop leaking. This time it took considerable more effort. It wasn't just a stuck valve. Something was wrong. Harold worked his magic to get us on the road, but we needed to find a service center.

We called Spartan, our chassis manufacturer, who quickly suggested NIRVC in Las Vegas. We called NIRVC, and they told us to stop by. They worked us in their schedule that same day to at least determine what was wrong. Kudos to their service department for working us in the schedule.

The service techs determined that the ride height valve that controls air flow in and out of the air bags needed to be replaced. They sure did appreciate Harold's input and knowledge and were impressed with the diagnostic steps he had taken on his own. (Have I told you lately just how much I love this man!)

NIRVC would order the part, but it wouldn't arrive until Monday. So, what do we do? It was Thursday. We had planned to continue to Death Valley National Park. Did we want to be that far away? Sure, Harold could most likely work his magic to get us aired up, but somehow it just seemed safer to stay nearby. 

We had planned to come back through Las Vegas after Death Valley for a couple of weeks.  So, we contacted the fine folks at Desert Eagle RV Park on Nellis AFB in Las Vegas. They worked their campground tetris and got us a spot that allowed us to check in four days early. Yeah!

So, as us pessimists would expect, the part didn't arrive on Monday. That turned out to be ok because Harold caught covid and we would have had to reschedule anyway! Thankfully, again the symptoms were not severe, and more like the mild flu or a cold. I did not catch it this time. Perhaps since I had had covid in October I was still immune? Who knows. 

Lastly, we needed a grocery and pharmacy run. Wouldn't you know it? The car battery was dead. We charged the battery enough to make it to the auto parts store. Poor Harold had to swap batteries in the store parking lot with me going back and forth between him and the counter staff to answer questions about engine sizes and asking for loaner tools to get the job done. What a week!

Battery swap out

Waiting for service

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