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Day 0.5: Stuck off the road

A real bed...heaven!
A real bed…heaven!

The day before…

The next morning, the Golf started just fine, but the RV again took a couple cranks to turn over. It was raining, and the wipers were jumpy when I turned them on. I thought it was related to the fact that wipers didn’t seem to wipe well—I was actually glad that I might have found the solution, namely that the guys who did a little body work for us put them on too tight. As we drove the few blocks to the marina, three dummy lights came on on the dashboard. “This isn’t good,” I thought to myself. Once Liz parked the Golf, I told her to come check out the dashboard. I turned off the van to see if that would reset it, and it wouldn’t start. Battery #3: dead. We used the Golf to jump the van (we had just found the jumpers the night before), and decided to drive it to our local mechanic, who works on all foreign automobiles. We drove about 2 blocks when all the lights in the dashboard flickered in and out. We also realized the van wouldn’t shift out of first gear. More nervous than I’d been in a long time, I eased the van back down the hill to the marina. We called roadside assistance and told them we thought our alternator was bad and that we needed a tow. We put Rubi into the Golf and went back to the coffee shop in our old building to wait.

Three hours later, the tow truck finally came. The driver asked what the problem was. We told him, to which he replied, “You can’t jump a diesel with a car. You need to jump a diesel with a diesel.” He then used his Dodge RAM 4500 truck to charge our battery. We insisted he take the van for a drive before leaving. He agreed that something was funny, but suggested that he use his portable battery jumper to give it a nice jump and then that we drive to the repair place while he followed behind us.

Liz got into the van, I got into the Golf with Rubi, the tow truck driver got into his truck, and we started up the hill. At the same intersection where I freaked out, the van basically lost all power and stalled out. Liz was as freaked out as I had been. The tow truck driver had to then hitch up the van and we followed him to the mechanic. That was Wednesday afternoon, at about 4pm.

We left the van, both batteries dead, and headed to the La Quinta, which is dog friendly and about 3 blocks from one of the apartments we rented in Seattle. We just couldn’t seem to get out of town!

Rubi enjoyed the freedom, warmth, and dryness of the hotel room, as did we. We ordered some Chinese food and tried not to worry.

The day after…

Day 0: We’re officially van dwellers

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The day before…

The morning of the walk through was completely frantic. After sleeping on the air mattress, we work up early. We still had to load my car with all the Pittsburgh stuff, take out a ton of trash, throw all of the Goodwill remaining items into a vehicle, and clean the apartment some more. We had moved our clothes into the van, but hadn’t moved the refrigerator, kitchen, pantry, or Rubi items in. We woke up at 7am, with the walk through scheduled at noon.

I started on the task of loading up the Golf’s trunk, which went well but took a ton of time. It was packed to the gills, but at least all the items were safely hidden by the trunk cover, so we could leave the car at the marina for Nicole without worrying about it looking like a good break-in target. Right as I was finishing, the movers for our next door neighbor arrived, monopolizing the single elevator. So Liz and I took turns running all everything else down the 3.5 flights of stairs to the garage while the other person cleaned and cleaned. Since the trunk of the Golf was full, we basically just piled all our shit around the car.

At 10:30am, we asked if we could do the walk through at 1pm instead. I also moved the van to an open parking spot on the street in front of the house so we could eventually load it. By 12:30pm, I was sorting through everything in the garage, placing Goodwill items in the Golf, van items in the van, and wondering how we ever managed to accumulate so much stuff. I feared it would NOT all fit in our small space. I also moved the Golf out of the garage so we could turn in all our keys.

When the walk through was over, we were left with this:

Moved out!
Moved out!
How did we get so much stuff?
How did we get so much stuff?
Before the afternoon of organization
Before the afternoon of organization
Can't leave the Golf looking like this
Can’t leave the Golf looking like this

After a refreshing sandwich from Subway outside our former home and a nice final visit from our friend Clare, we migrated everything to the marina to repack and further purge. As darkness descended, we were wrapping up and Liz readied herself for a final Goodwill run. Which is when we realized the Golf’s battery was dead. That was battery #1. We were ready to jump the Golf with the van when some guys came over and helped us with their beat up diesel truck. We welcomed not having to move the rig and Liz was off to Goodwill.

I was left in the rig. I put away our dishes and realized the RV’s house battery (for the lights, heater, fridge, etc.) was low. We luckily have a meter that tells us the voltage that the battery in the back is putting out. It should be 12.6V or higher when healthy. Once it gets to 12.0V, it’s only about 60% charged. And if it goes below 11V, you could be in real trouble. Ours was at 8V. I turned on the engine, which should allow the coach battery (the one that starts the car and powers car-related things like the radio and the power windows) to charge the house battery. Normally, that immediately pops the voltage up to 14+V. The van took a moment to turn over and then started. But the house battery stayed at 8V. I started to get worried and figured the best thing to do was to turn off everything that was drawing power and just use our camping lanterns and headlamps.

I told Liz about my concern about the RV, but we were both too focused on making sure the VW recharged so we could leave it at the marina for my sister Nicole, who was planning to fly out the following week and drive it back to Pittsburgh for me. We took a long ride for dinner to recharge the Golf battery, hoping it would work despite it being nighttime and raining.

Since we were also worried about the RV, we took it for a night drive as well, filing up the air in the tires and getting gas so we’d be ready to begin our adventure on Wednesday morning. I checked the voltage the whole drive and for some odd reason it wasn’t budging about 8V.

We knew the battery in the back was a problem, but it was 11pm and we were exhausted. We really needed shore power, meaning a 30 amp plug like they have at RV parks and marinas to give our battery a good charge. We looked to see if we could run our RV cord through the fence back to our old boat slip, since we still had the marina key, but it wouldn’t fit. We decided to go to bed and deal with it in the morning.

Once we found our parking spot for the evening, we tried to start the generator, so it could power the battery. But the battery was so low, it wouldn’t start. It was clear we had killed battery #2. So, we boondocked down by Lake Union, a couple blocks from our old house, on Tuesday night, sleeping without heat and using camping lanterns. The irony is that Liz and I had both watched this video from the Hipster Gypsies, where he was completely freaked out when his battery got to 1V.

We were too green and tired to realized what a pickle we were about to be in.

The day after…

Day -1: Our original departure date

We decided to delay our move out by a day. Despite selling all of our stuff, including the boat, we ran out of time to go through all our papers and other belongings. We also still needed to clean the apartment and load my car with items bound for Pittsburgh. Luckily, the property manager was actually somewhat sick on Monday anyway, and was happy to delay the walk through until Tuesday.