As we mentioned in the last post, buying our big bus was only the first step, we also had to get it down to Miami in time for both of us to get back to work. We aren’t retired yet! Though our salesman, Matt, had given us as much time as we needed with him to get a feel for the bus, it was up to us to learn the idiosynchrasies of driving it, and so with much trepidation we pulled out of the Wilmington RV lot pointed towards US-17 South.
We took a break for lunch at British pub, which may or may not be called The Bull and Balls, conveniently located right beside the highway. Here we ran into our first significant problem in the parking lot: I didn’t properly scope it out before pulling in, we were forced to do a multi-point turn to get out… and the bus did not want to go into reverse. We would later learn this is probaby a sticky solenoid switch that, for now, needs to be gently encouraged to go into gear with the right shifting sequence rather than brute forced. After much fiddling with the transmission controls and a 20 point turn I was pointed towards freedom in a temporary though not entirely legal parking spot. We finished our enjoyable lunch complete with Scottish egg balls or whatnot, and were on our way to Charleston’s James Island County Park.It was a relatively easy journey, though the bus balked at the steeper bridges and dropped down to first gear to clear them, and I balked at the few miles of narrow back roads leading to the park, but once in it was a great little place to stay. The friendly staff advertised themesleves as one of the top ten county parks in the country, and I highly recommend it. Lots of hiking and biking trails, some nice little ponds, beautiful trees and spacious RV parking. We had a bit more trouble backing it in to our spot, but with each reverse attempt I figured out the requirements a bit more and it became steadily easier to maneuver this beast. We arrived only an hour or two before dusk, so we did not have much of a chance to enjoy the park, but it is definably on our list to come back to when we make another East coast venture. Though at $39 a night (Good Sam discounted rate for a back in spot with water and electricity) it was a little steeper than the state parks we have previously used, we still thought it a decent deal.
We were far more tired than anticipated; the stress of a six hour drive combined with not having the time to figure out how to turn on the bus heaters combined to make us sleep in far later than planned. We took a referesing warm shower in the park facilities and got on the road close to noon, consoling ourselves with the knolweldge that we were well rested and Savannah was a shorter drive than the previous day’s. This trip went smoother though there were a few moments of tense anticipation as we approached downtown Savannah, but our concerns were unfounded; the path to Savannah’s MLK Visitor Information Center was but a couple of easily made turns right off of US-17. We had found this option with a bit of internet research: you can park even a large RV in the visitor center overnight for only $10, and this is the only place within walking distance of the riverfront that you can do so.
We had arrived in plenty of time for some daylight activity, so we bought a $5 tour book and took a self guided walking tour of the historic riverfront area, ending at the river’s edge near all the shops, bars and restaurants. Because the food at ocean and river front tourist destinations can be overpriced and of questionable quality, we intended on using the excellent Yelp and Travel Advisor reviews for a restaurant recommendation at least a few blocks off the river. But once on river we stumbled across a great and affordable craft beer oriented bar, The Warehouse, with an excellent restaurant, Fiddler’s, but a few doors down serving large, fresh and delicious raw oysters. We had two dozen and called it a night.The visitor center parking lot had emptied considerably, we were the only large bus left, and it felt safe and remained quite for us to sleep there. We had a pretty good night, the only down side was the lack of a warm shower the next morning before we headed for the Florida border, gassing up one least time before hitting the noticeable price jump in the Sunshine State. Though it was the shortest, this was our most exciting leg with our first major mechanical problem. The RV dealership had warned me about a very small pinhole leak coming from the driver side windshield wiper valve. The bus is heavily reliant on a compressed air system which effects the brakes, ride cushioning, and various control mechanisms. Ideally the system will pump up to 90 psi upon start, and will hold that pressure for weeks. A small leak means the compressor will kick on intermittently to maintain pressure. The dealership felt the leak was just annoying enough to warrant a temporary jury rig fix: a pair of vice grips on the hose leading to the wiper control, which worked… for a while. For three days to be precise. As we left Savannah, we noticed the leak for the first time, a tiny little sound at first, but growing louder with each mile and sufficient that we could feel it coming from below the dash. Then all hell broke loose as the hose cracked around the vice grips, causing the system to lose pressure fast, an unholy rushing sound filled the cabin such that we had to shout to hear each other, and the bus was barely able to maintain sufficient pressure to keep going. We nursed it 19 miles down the road to the nearest Love’s, having heard good reviews about their service. Such reviews are justified as the mechanics on duty there fixed us up within two hours for only $98. We still have the original tiny leak, but the aggravated hose break is repaired until I can get to the wiper control valve.
We got quite lucky with the weather, skirting under the rain for almost the entire trip, and apparently missing a deluge just before we arrived in Flagler Beach at Gamble Rogers State Park, one of the only places in Florida where you can park your rig right up to the dunes in front of the beach. We were quite lucky to get a spot here; I had been checking every day for weeks looking for a cancellation, and two days before arrival one popped open. This is a fanstastic RV campground, about 5 miles from the intestate with warm showers, nice sized spots, and you could not ask for better views. We had plenty of time for a walk on the beach before dinner and a solid night’s rest listening to the waves crash outside our window.The last day was a grind: six hours of driving, mostly down I-95, which deserves all of its reputation as a stress inducing highway. We were at least able to start the day with a fantastic cruise for 15 miles down A1A, and I highly recommend this stretch of coastal road from Flagler Beach to Ormand Beach for a fun and scenic cruise. We turned inland before reaching Daytona Beach, and then it was hundreds of miles of interstate. Truth be told, I-95 in Florida on a weekend other than holiday travel periods is not that bad South of Jacksonville until you approach the Fort Lauderdale area, where it picks up significantly, culminating in every driver’s nightmare in Miami. I drive this road every week, but this was the first time in a bus, and it was… not fun. We managed it, but arriving at our storage area on the Opa Locka airport was quite a relief, doubly so since before arriving we were not entirely sure if our big boy would fit in the spot formerly held by the 26′ GMC, but it did with no more than 2 feet to spare. Exhausted but exhilarated, we piled into our waiting Saab and headed to our condo, mission complete.