Friday, August 12, 2016

CRASH – Oceano, CA

Here we are just minding our own business. Boots is getting dinner ready and Ruthi is waiting to feed Karma and take her for her evening walk. Ruthi, sitting at the desk, notices a new neighbor pulling in on the “slide” side of our rig. She sees that they are coming a bit close to the lamp post at the opening of the site and mentioned it to Boots. When the rig hits the lamp post and bends it a bit she and Boots stand at the windows to watch the rig. Then the rig hits the picnic table for the site and drives it into our utility station - bending the power stand to 45ᵒ (which smashes into our rig and makes a 2-inch square indentation), smashing the sewer connector, breaking the fresh water faucet connector (spewing water everywhere) and tipping over our water conditioner tank. We are yelling but they don’t seem conscious.

We run out and they finally stop. Ruthi keeps yelling at them and calling them names- “F#@$ing @$$Hole” and “F#@$ing Idiot.” The driver (40ish male) and passengers (2 80’s male & female) come out of the rig and say nothing to us. They stand around looking no place in particular. They don’t off an apology or volunteer to help. Boots and Ruthi went to the sites of 2 of the park office e workers to see if there was anybody in the park to assist. One of them was able to get the senior level camp host to come over and help us get things back together, verifying that the power was clean, water no longer leaked, sewer wasn’t running everywhere, water conditioner standing upright, etc.

In the midst of all this, the younger man and older woman decide to move the picnic table through the small gap between our units. Ruthi having no idea what they might be thinking laid into them and suggested they move it to the street behind their unit if it was in the way. She told them that moving it through that limited space was as stupid as were they. Still they said nothing. Ruthi finally asked them if they spoke English. (We do have a lot of European visitors at the park but they usually are in Class C rigs not 44 ft fifth wheels being pulled by a truck.) Still they had no response. Later, we figured out that they were moving the table to the front of their rig to begin setting up their camp site – UN F#@$ING BELIEVABLE.

Boots suggested to Ruthi that she had sworn at and belittle them enough and that she should stop. Ruthi on the other hand thought as long as they continued to stand around like idiots, she would continue to point that out is any fashion she wanted. And, she did!

The camp host offered us replacement pieces but we had what we needed for the night and could replace anything else tomorrow. He confirmed that the power was good. He and Ruthi did move the picnic table (the one the rig owners thought was so important to slip between the rigs) out of the way. And, most importantly, he found them another site and insured that they didn’t hit anything else leaving this site and getting into the other one.

After feeding Karma and taking her for her walk, Ruthi stopped at their new site to get their names, numbers and insurance information. She had stopped swearing at them by then and they finally spoke English and apologized. The older woman said that they had never been to the park before and the 40’s male had never towed the rig before. Additionally, she references that the younger man had some problems – no specifics - but his eye sight and social skills (or lack there of) might be included in the diagnosis.

Below are some pictures of the damage after the fact. We talked about how we don't remember to photograph until after it's over. Our initial focus is "righting" the damage. Probably a good idea, don't you think?