Back when I started this blog (6 days ago) I made a promise to myself  that I was going to remain classy. But some things just need to be  explained as they are. In a few moments, I think you’ll agree. As an avid RV’er, we all run into the occasional sh*tty situation. I’ve  made it 3 years with no issues, but for some reason, this particular trip is testing me…. For those of you who haven’t had to deal with this, here is how it works: There is a grey water tank (shower and sinks) and a black water tank (toilet). Both tanks have valves to control how and when they are  emptied, and they both empty into the same main sewer line in the RV. Typically, you hook up an external hose to the sewer line, and then insert the other end into the campgrounds in-ground sewer.  “Typically”…. As a solo traveler, I find myself having to be “on”at all times. I’m always hyper aware of my surroundings, checking locks, double  checking locks, and in general ALWAYS paying attention to what is  going on around me. On top of that, every move I make in regards to the RV has to be on point. If I make one mistake, it not only could end my trip, but it could cost me thousands and thousands of  dollars. This is EXHAUSTING. About once a month, I crash. I cancel all my plans and sleep, for hours and hours on end. That’s exactly  what happened this weekend. I had all these big plans of exploring Dewey Beach, Rehoboth Beach, going to a music festival, riding my bike to a pool bar, etc. Instead, I went to bed at 7:00 Saturday night and didn’t get out of bed until 8:00 Monday morning. I walked Kai a  few times, whenever he would complain, and I think I ate once or  twice. But other than that, we ALL slept, and slept, and slept… This particular crash hit me hard. I came out of it in a fog. Which is never good. Today was moving day, and it was particularly complicated because I was working all day. My plan was to pack up (most of which had already been done) during my down time and then leave the campground around 3:00. Around 11, I decided to empty the tanks. Which is where this story gets interesting. I did the usual, got the hose out, went over to the connection and removed the cap, and BAM!! I was immediately hit with a wall of water. I quickly closed the valve and ran inside to wash off. Apparently, I had left the grey tank valve open last time I emptied. Which that, in and of itself, is shocking to me because I have a very thorough check list. However, things happen. Thankfully, the grey tank is just soapy shower water, so I was able to rinse off in the shower and call it a day. Or so I thought… This is where user negligence comes in. I was so afraid of the  external end of the hose shooting out of the public sewer attachment, I neglected to remember OR see that I never actually hooked the hose up to the main pipe in the RV. So when I pulled the black tank valve, which runs strictly off of gravity, I was met with an ANGRY flow of….matter. Out of instinct, I quickly closed the valve, but it was far too late. I was COVERED in….stinky matter. There was quite literally NOTHING I could do but put on my big girl panties and handle the situation. So I did what any logical person would do. I started to cry. Then laugh. Then dry heave. Then strip down to my underwear in  public. Then hose myself off. Then go inside and shower myself with bleach. Then wipe my body down with Lysol wipes, followed by  baby wipes and put on new clothing to go face my mess. At this  point, my clothing is strewn all over the campsite, and I have a real  conundrum on my hands. Long story short (or long) I threw everything I was wearing out to include all clothing, all bracelets and my watch band. I was able to clean the area while gathering my dignity, and get out of the campground leaving nothing behind but my soul. Le sigh. This particular incident really humbled me. It was completely  mortifying, demoralizing, terrible, awful, horribly degrading,  humbling, grotesque, lets be honest….I could go on for a while. Once I finally got out, and my skin stopped burning from bleach, I  headed to my next adventure!! (Yay!! Camping!!) I took my house on a boat!! I took the Lewes-Cape May Ferry across the harbor! Super cool, right?! Right. I didn’t know how frightening it would be for me, but I invented a word to explain it. I was swanxious (sweaty + anxious). For 3 hours. Lol. First, we got in line. 30-40 cars, lined up like cattle, waiting to DRIVE onto a BOAT. What?! I made sure to tell the port attendant that I  needed to be close to the side of the ferry. I had to turn off my propane, so I couldn’t run the generator, and you also can’t run the engine for the 70 minute ferry ride. While this is fine for most folks, I have cats and a turtle to worry about! (also, for the record, the vehicles close to the side of the ferry get NO MORE of a breeze than any other vehicle…but at least we weren’t in the sun!) When I boarded, the captain had already been warned about the crazy lady in the RV (this is fairly typical for me….lol) and he put my RV off  by itself, in a shaded, breezy area, and assured me that everything  would be fine. Right. Fine. Everything is fine. (He actually came down to visit me twice during the trip to make sure Kai and I were ok! Lol) At this point, I’ve been anxious for about an hour, and I’ve gone through every possible scenario about a thousand times. So bring on the sweat. I sweat when I get nervous. And let me tell you, I was nervous. My entire life, almost everything that means anything to me, was in my house, ON A BOAT. I’VE SEEN TITANIC PEOPLE. I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!! The boat gets under way, I have all the doors and windows open.  The cats are sleeping. The turtle is confused because hes on the  water, but not in the water, and Kai wants to go explore. I take Kai out to see the whole boat. He’s in heaven. This is, like, the coolest  thing ever. I’m just walking around profusely sweating. Like sweat  dripping down my face, my shirt is soaked. I’m an emotional mess,  but TOTALLY playing it cool (right…) We meet this group of about 10 women who IMMEDIATELY fall in love with Kai, and he’s ready to leave this sweaty anxious disaster of a mom to hang out with  these cool ladies. We sat with them for a bit, but I was too nervous to leave the RV for anything longer than 10 minutes thinking it would start on fire, fall off the ship, roll into the bay, spontaneously   combust, melt, etc. So we left our new friends to go back and check on the creatures. Of course, everyone is fine. Cats are still sleeping, Morgan is just hanging out. We visited the ladies a few times throughout the journey, but kept returning to the RV so I could  check on the animals….and dry myself off. 70 minutes, to the second, we arrived at our destination! And just  like clockwork, everyone got off the ferry in single file order.  Vehicles first, bikes second, walkers last. Since I was in my own  quadrant of the boat, I got off last. Our lady friends were biking  around Cape May and had apparently told all the other 30+ bikers  about the girl in the RV with the dog, 2 cats and turtle, so when it  was my turn to finally get off the boat, all 30 of them cheered and  waved and wished us well! Kai obviously thought the celebration  was for him, so he was beaming. I was both happy and embarrassed, yet still sweating. But we survived!!! I got to the campground, showered for like an hour, and am currently still trying to get my heart rate down. CAMPING IS SO MUCH FUN!!!  (but seriously, it is. I made a promise to myself that I would continue to do things that scare me…healthy things anyway. Mom, if you’re  reading this, I promise not to go visit an avid axe collector at his log  cabin in the Rockies!! I mean…unless he has cats or wine or  something….)