Hi readers.
Whoopteeedoo! Something finally worked as planned.
It’s been troubling my mind for some while, that huge storage box I couldn’t access because the ladder was wokkyjaw damaged, one leg at the top swinging loose, kinks and bends, supports pulled through the RV skin. Not one thing about it caused a man to wish to climb it.
I worked most of the day crossing my fingers and knocking on wood as I went. Cut about three inches out of the section toward the top, slid an undersized piece of tubing inside and spliced it together.
That allowed the end that’s supposed to connect on the roof to come down enough to touch, anyway. There was a piece of rusted 1/8 inch steel rod, threaded, sticking out of the roof. Supposed to go inside the ladder connected somehow, I reckons.
Couldn’t think of any meaningful way to replace it, so I whittled down a piece of broom handle to fit inside the tubing, drilled a 1/16th inch hole lengthwise through it and gorilla-glued the hell out of it.
Couldn’t think of much anything to do with the tools at hand about that kink, so I just hose-clamped a step on top of it.
Now that I can get to it, that box is going to carry a sleeping bag, coleman stove, small tent, pick and shovel, gold pans and classifier, backpack and a number of other essentials I’d been gnashing my teeth wondering how to carry along.
Life wasn’t bad yesterday, but it’s better today.
Old Jules
So Far From Heaven 