the (often) meandering travels of a student anthropologist
A lot of folks have ensured that Juno would be road-ready by the end of the summer.
My mom held my hand through the summer and is solely responsible for the successful flooring outcome, the upholstery, and ensuring I made it that first trip up the ladder. Thanks to my fear of heights it took two hours to make it up 9 feet. She talked me through countless meltdowns and facepalms, and was there to cheer with me when each project was completed.
My mechanic (who requests not to be named in fear that old motorhomes everywhere might descend on him ) replaced the carburetor, gave her a needed tune-up, fooled around with numerous head-scratchers, and continued to answer questions even after I was on the road. Post about that coming soon.
Everything above the engine/chassis was handled by RV Services in Asheville. Mark and Mary (pictured) own the shop. From the first, they, and their guys Tom and Scotty, ensured I felt welcome and at home. Despite the expensive motorhomes and fifth wheels they also worked on, they always had time for me, and more importantly, my endless questions. They could have put their noses in the air, especially as I was trying to do as much as possible myself, but instead they bent over backward to save me money where they could. When the shakedown cruise went bad they rearranged their schedule to get me in the next business day (when their first real opening was a week and a half out). Knowing I was trying to get out of town before winter settled in they made room to get it fixed. They cared.
Ace Hardware became my store of choice. There was always someone available to show me where to find things, listen to questions about my projects–whether plumbing, propane, painting, or how to fix an antenna fastener–and if the solution needed to be creative they suggested options. If you are in Asheville be sure to say hi to Katy for me.
Finally, there was the classic RV forum, Good Old RVs. The folks there are amazing. For those of us that have older rigs, they are priceless; offering advice, encouragement, and suggestions that saved me lots of grief as well as money. They have continued to laugh with me (and sometimes commiserate) as I've started my adventures down the road.
In other words, all these people became a partner in my project.
I didn't expect this when I started the renovations. Being on a budget I assumed I'd do it all myself. I also had this vague notion that everyone would be out to take advantage of the slim wallet I did have. Well, after my experience, I would say that RVs do not get renovated in a vacuum. I cannot thank each and every one of the people and communities above enough. They enriched my project experience. And, because I'm better for knowing them, I feel like I started my adventures and created my nomad community before I ever left the driveway.