I think this has to happen to everyone, a friend said I'm getting it all over with in the beginning. Okay so I've been to this campground before (van camping out of my minivan) and it's Exit 24. That does take you through very narrow roads in town, so when my GPS said take Exit 23, I fast-forwarded it and it appeared it was taking me through a back way. Yay, no narrow in-town roads with "don't miss it or else, but don't hesitate either or everyone will honk at you" turns. So merrily I trust.
When it took me about 12 miles to the right named road, I followed it. GPS tells me I've arrived at the address. Nope, that's a house. Right road name though. This road is very narrow. Plan was now look for a driveway wide enough I can back a 28-ft. trailer into. Kept going. Fewer and fewer driveways! Road getting narrower! Now road making many curves. Have to pee in the worst way. No cars on this narrow curvy road. "Go fast. Just stop, they'll go around you." Ran like a banchee around the truck to the back door of my trailer, slammed down the steps, ran inside, peed, reverse all that, back into truck. No cars still. Continued up this worse-and-worse road but nowhere to turn around, let alone for a neophyte trailer hauler. Suddenly I see a sign, "10 ft. 6 inches." Nothing about a bridge but unless someone has a pet giraffe who's a notorious stud, what else could that mean?
I tried backing up the hill and around curves. Trying to recall how far back was the cross road. A mile? Yeah, this is dumb. Can't see cars behind me if any come up. Stopped.
Finally a car comes along. Tried to flag it down. He's not having any of it, whizzes by. Another one comes. Nice older gentleman. He tells me at the end of the visible part of this road I'm on, there's an insanely tight hairpin turn that even cars have trouble if there are two passing, and then a very low bridge. Crap! He says there's a road crew working down there, would I like him to drive back and see if they can help me? I say YES!!! He takes off and even has trouble turning his little car around.
Along comes a dude in an orange vest and hard hat, walking toward me. Behind him is a yellow-orange state construction truck, slowly following him. He comes up to the window and asks "Would you like me to back you up and turn you around?" I asked if he was experienced doing that, he said yes. I said YES!! He laughed, I got into the passenger seat, he gets in the driver's seat, and the truck ahead of us blocks traffic. Because now, of course, traffic starts. I'm all whipped up at this point but somehow another truck ended up behind us blocking traffic from that direction.
So this guy takes off, backward, about 20mph! Whipping my trailer around these curves, all uphill, like it was nothing! Now there are 2 guys in the road (co-workers) who are motioning to him that there's a driveway. It's crazy narrow. Trees on both sides. He whips the trailer into there, but then has to pull forward. And he says, 'Oh crap, this is really embarrassing." Having to pull forward. (Okay there was one other time he had to also earlier, and I didn't pay any attention to his sigh or his tsk-tsk.)
He got me turned around.
Now I drive all the way back to Exit 23, I'm wanting nothing to do with any more back road shortcuts. Got off at Exit 24, a tad rattled, but fine. Until right in the middle of town on my narrow road, there's another little skinny side street that comes uphill to intersect my main road. The guy doesn't stop! He sorts slowed but then keeps coming and cuts right across in front of my truck (perpendicular from my right). I slammed on the brakes! Sure now that my spinning wheel has rammed its way through the front of the trailer. Okay, my window was down and I will not repeat what I yelled at this guy as he cuts a turn around me, but I have his ear from the point he's in front of me all the way around the front of my truck, and it was anything but PG-13. LOUD! Ohhhh so loud. The kind of message that might seem sexist to some. Crude to all though. The kind of thing Grandmas just don't say.
But I got there! Beautiful site, husband of workkamper escorted me to site, spotted me in, even got me close-close to power pole once slider would be pulled out. Even helped me level on one side.
Rest of trip was great! Okay first time for awning, water, water heater, sewer and propane, and I did NOT know that the Blue Ox hitch tension bars won't snap on you, you still have to push the chains off (Mecca!) so had to get help with a couple of things, but had watched a lot of youtube videos so the learning curve was better than it could have been and everything worked perfectly.
Drive home was a dream, no issues. Upon getting back into my I town I went straight to a parking lot and spent an hour there, maybe more, practicing 90-degree blind-side back-and-turn because the grand finale was going to be backing into my 600 ft. driveway off a very busy main road. I went from there to the police dept. and requested some blue lights because it was a first. VERY glad I had them because I couldn't see where the driveway even started (too much foliage and that's when I learned to hate my short, horizontal tow mirrors). The cop had no experience towing whatsoever and was telling me to go the wrong way (cars lined up in both directions patiently waiting, and a LOT of them). One, however, was an angel by the name of Keith who got out of his car and told the cops he's CDL trained. He helped and then it went like clockwork. Backing up the 600 ft. wasn't a biggie. Just getting into the driveway.
So Maiden Voyage... complete. Yay! Love truck, love trailer. Truck's name is Sal. And decided trailer's name will be Grandma's Road House.