Good Sam Club Open Roads Forum: Search
Open Roads Forum Already a member? Login here.   If not, Register Today!  |  Help

Newest  |  Active  |  Popular  |  RVing FAQ Forum Rules  |  Forum Posting Help and Support  |  Contact  

Open Roads Forum  >  Search the Forums

 > Your search for posts made by 'Grey Mountain' found 22 matches.

Sort by:    Search within results:
Page of 2  
  Subject Author Date Posted Forum
Wood Laminate Floor Install

We are considering having a wood laminate floor installed in our coach. I saw an ad for MASTER TECH RV Custom Coach and Marine out of Elkhart, Indiana. Does anyone have any experience with them? Photos on their website look very good. Thanks. GM
Grey Mountain 07/28/21 07:17pm Do It Yourself Modifications and Upgrades (DIY)
RE: An Embarassing Moment in a Walmart Parking Lot

East fix -- shop nekkid. GM
Grey Mountain 07/04/21 05:55am Around the Campfire

Thanks for the responses. Going to stay with DIRECT TV for the time being. Some of the "The devil you know..." I guess. GM
Grey Mountain 05/22/21 06:05am Technology Corner

Considering dropping DIRECT TV for DISH. Looking for opinion/experiences for those who may have done the same. Thinking of using a permanently mounted TAILGATER satellite dish. GM
Grey Mountain 05/20/21 05:47am Technology Corner
RE: "The Ark" near Williamstown,KY

It appears my wife and I will be staying at a nearby RV park and our Nebraska relatives will be in a nearby motel. Probably best bet. Thanks for the replies.
Grey Mountain 04/11/21 06:49am RV Parks, Campgrounds and Attractions
RE: "The Ark" near Williamstown,KY

You are probably right. Just exploring possibilities at the moment.
Grey Mountain 04/10/21 10:20am RV Parks, Campgrounds and Attractions
"The Ark" near Williamstown,KY

We will be visiting The Ark later in the year, possibly in September. We will be in oiur motorhome; however, I am looking for a park that also has rental cabins as several family members will be joining us. Any recommendations? KOAs ususally have cabins, but I haven't found one close. Lonnie Thanks.
Grey Mountain 04/10/21 08:04am RV Parks, Campgrounds and Attractions
RE: Questions for Veterans

Wear it proudly. This from a 30 year 100% disabled combat vet. GM
Grey Mountain 04/02/21 10:57am Around the Campfire
RE: No Pain, No Gain!

I have been using the VA system for years. Clinic on Ft. Sill near Lawton, or the VA Hospital in Oklahoma City. The clinic just expanded to include audiology, physical therapy, expanded dental, optometry. Saves me a few trips to OKC, 35 miles vs 70 miles. Parking is never a problem at the clinic, and the OKC facility just expanded parking to include a multi-level parking garage. Although I am 100% disabled, I seldom use the handicapped spots. As long as I can, I will continue to park on the backside and walk. Works for me.
Grey Mountain 03/16/21 05:41am Around the Campfire
RE: RV Ferry cost to Vancouver Island?

We have been various routes with our Class A and towed vehicle, combined length 56'. Cheapest is from Anacortes in Washington State to Sidney near Victoria. Google "Washington State DOT." Last trip in 2015 was $209 going, $200 return. That included two passengers.
Grey Mountain 03/14/21 06:07am RVing in Canada and Alaska
RE: CDL Required to Drive Class A?

I checked Oklahoma's requirements, and it just confused me. I have a text to the Oklahoma Department of Transportation asking for clarification. If I need a commercial license or any type of idorsement, I've been driving illegally for 20 years. Only endorsement I have on my regular license is for motorcycles and horses. GM
Grey Mountain 02/08/21 07:38pm General RVing Issues
CDL Required to Drive Class A?

I'm sure this has been covered; however, I searched the forums and came up with nothing. I drive a 39' Class A pusher with air brakes. Data as follows: GVWR (lbs) -- 31,000/Front GAWR 12,000/Rear 19,000 Base weight (lbs) 22,605/GCWR 41,000 TOAD weight is about 3400 lbs. Some sources say I am good to go with my Oklahoma Class A license. Others seem to say if the weight is 26,001 or greater, I need a Class C. I am confused. Clarification and informed comments welcome. GM
Grey Mountain 02/08/21 05:13pm General RVing Issues
Salina, Utah to Arington, Washington

Best route for pulling a 27 foot empty travel trailer. Thanks.
Grey Mountain 02/01/21 05:11am Roads and Routes
RE: Travel to Alberta

I'm sure you all have heard of a "three-dog night," right? Nights that are so cold that it takes three dogs to keep you warm? Well, here on the rez we've had a few three-wagon nights... GM
Grey Mountain 01/29/21 04:26am RVing in Canada and Alaska
RE: Anti-sway Bar

The trailer hitches that both my son-in-law and my grandson have mounted have an equalizer hitch and a sway bar. They cannot use the sway bar, but then, as mentioned above, it may not make that much difference. First trip for my grandson, fourth trip for my daughter. May not be as much of a difficult situation as I thought.
Grey Mountain 01/28/21 07:15pm Tech Issues
RE: Anti-sway Bar

Thanks for the reply. They may not be allowed to do even that. The trailers have to be delivered in pristine condition. But we'll check it out.
Grey Mountain 01/28/21 05:19pm Tech Issues
Anti-sway Bar

Is there an anti-sway bar that can be attached to the trailer tongue without boring holes and bolting it on?f My daughter and son-in-law, and my grandson have just started delivering travel trailers from the manufacturer in Elkhart, Indiana, to destinations all over the US and Canada. My grandson is on him first trip as we speak without a sway bar. Thanks.
Grey Mountain 01/28/21 03:55pm Tech Issues
Travel to Alberta

My daughter and son-in-law are in a business of hauling travel trailers from the manufacturers in Elkhart, Indiana, to points all over the US and Canada. They just returned from their first Canadian delivery -- to Grande Prairie, Alberta. They found the temperature in NW Alberta to be just a tad different from what they were used to in SW Oklahoma...
Grey Mountain 01/25/21 06:26am RVing in Canada and Alaska
RE: Reminiscing...harrowing Experiences in the Military

AMS -- Airborne Mission Supervisor. Individual in charge of the recon folks in the back end of the aircraft. COMFY ECHO -- Reconnaissance platform. Wirebender -- Airborne Maintenance Technicians who kept our equipment up and running. *** BATTLE STARS, BATTLE SCARS AND A RETURN TO THE LITTLE BIG HORN. ...actually, it was not night, nor was it stormy. It was a normal hot, hot, hot dry day in the garden spot of Southeast Asia, Cam Rahn Bayh, Republic of Vietnam. Pete Ogaard, AMS of record, and his COMFY ECHO crew had crawled out of bed at oh-dark thirty, checked out their survival gear, attended the pre-mission briefing, and jumped into the skies on board an E-model C-130 trash hauler. These birds had been specially configured for reconnaissance missions by taking two Little John mobile communications huts and chaining them to the floor of the aircraft, wheels, axles and all. There were four operator positions in each hut. The analyst position, if you want to call it that, was a folding chair with a piece of plywood between the AMS position and the position opposite the AMS. I was on that position and Pete was in the AMS seat. The wirebenders hung out somewhere outside the huts. Needless to say, with a parachute, helmet, oxygen mask, walk-around bottle and survival kit, there was not much room inside. I always said if we had to bail out, we would probably increase our survival chances if they unbuckled the huts, pushed them out the aft cargo hatch, and let us bail out of the huts. Later on, the wheels and axles were removed, and that helped a bit, but it did not increase the inside space. It was a normal, routine mission in the continuing battle against NVA and Viet Cong commie aggression. We all had a few missions under our belts and we expected nothing unusual, just another chance to cheat death and rack up another Air Medal point. Somewhere on orbit over Northern Laos (it had to be Laos, remember, we didn't fly over Cambodia, North VietNam or Thailand) I felt a slight tingling in my fingers. It turned to the analyst in his folding chair and almost simultaneously we both realized what was happening. Yes, just as it was in the altitude chamber - we were losing oxygen and losing consciousness. We were, I think, at 28,000 feet, so our TUC (time of useful consciousness) wasn't too bad. Since the huts were so crowded, the analyst left his parachute, helmet, oxygen mask and walk-around bottle outside the hut. Upon realizing what was happening, he headed out the door to retrieve his survival gear. He didn't make it. I grabbed my mask, took a couple of gulps of oxygen, then pulled on my helmet. I then looked around and noticed the AMS, Pete Ogaard, turning a certain shade of blue. He was staring straight ahead, apparently frozen in position. He had his oxygen mask in his hand, about four inches from his mouth, and was making no move toward donning the mask. I grabbed Pete's wrist and forced the mask forward. After a few deep breaths, Pete returned to normal. Apparently, Pete had tried to don his helmet first, then the mask, and ran out of time. I didn't realize it until after landing, but I had put so much force on Pete's wrist that I broke the leather watchband he was wearing. Outside the huts, the analyst and the co-pilot, who was on his way to the back when the de-compression hit, both collapsed from lack of oxygen and were revived by the maintenance technician. All other crewmembers, both frontenders and backenders, made it on oxygen with no problems. Seems we had had a slow decompression caused by a faulty seal of the aft cargo hatch. We aborted the mission and returned to Cam Rahn Bay. Fast forward to about three hours into the second, and most important, part of every debriefing - the NCO Club. Several of us were sitting around the table and had consumed the ubiquitous copious amounts of beer. In other words, we were pretty much snockered. Tales of the incident had been told and retold for several hours, with Pete getting more than his share of ribbing. After all, he was the Airborne Mission Supervisor, he was the honcho what was in charge, he shoulda been the one to help others on oxygen, yada yada yada. And the Chief said, "C'mon Pete, you know I saved your life!" Well, you've all heard about the proverbial straw that broke the water buffalo's back - this was the jibe that brought Pete to action. Pete jumped up, took a swing at the Chief, hit him square in the jaw, knocked him over a couple of chairs. The fight was quickly broken up, I was kicked out of the club (never could figure out how's come I was kicked out, being a totally innocent victim of aggravated assault). The last the group heard as the Chief was being escorted out the door sounded something like: "Paleface, you gonna die just like Custer!" Somewhere between the club and the barracks there was about a three-block area that was totally dark. The Chief was staggering along, mumbling imprecations and vile threats to Pete and vowing vengeance against the entire Mean White Guy race. I had my vengeance all planned. I was gonna wait at the top of the stairs, then when Pete came up them, I was gonna knock him back down them. Suddenly, a voice out of the darkness asked, "Hey, you got a cigarette?" I checked my flight suit pocket, had nothing but an empty pack and a cigarette lighter in it. I was about to say I didn't have any when !BAM, !WHAP, !SOCKO, somebody hit me in the jaw just above where Pete hit me. I then noticed three dark shapes beginning to encircle me. My first thoughts were, "Oh, I'm dead!" About that time, a jeep came around the corner and when lights hit the scenario, I saw that the three shapes were three Black guys (remember, this was 1969, racial tensions were a bit high). They had intended to inflict grievous bodily harm on the Chief, but when the lights hit them, they headed in one direction and I headed the other. I didn't stop until I got back to our barracks. As I came to a screeching halt in front of the bar, the bartender at the moment, Jack Riedel, didn't say a word, poured a drink, then said, "You're the whitest Indian I've ever seen!" I finally went to bed that night, having forgotten totally my plans for revenge against Pete. I saw Battle Stars that night, I have the Battle Scars to prove it, and I never did return to the Little Big Horn. Pete still owes me a beer. This is a true war story. I was there. Honest Injun *******
Grey Mountain 01/05/21 06:27am Around the Campfire
A Christmas in Himmelkron

A Christmas in Himmelkron December 24, 1962 – Christmas Eve - dawned bitterly cold and bleak in this part of the world that we affectionately called, “Bavarian Siberia.” Nestled in the Fictelgebirge in northern Bavaria, Himmelkron was home to about 3500. Its more famous neighbor was the ski resort of Bad Bernech, one of Hitler's retreats. My wife and two-year-old daughter had arrived from the states three weeks earlier and I had rented an apartment in Himmelkron, about 30 miles south of Hof, Germany, home of the 6915th Security Squadron. This apartment consisted of three rooms on the third floor. In typical old-European fashion, the bottom floor consisted of stables for the various animals. Our landlord, his wife, young son and “Oma” lived on the second floor. The front room of our apartment was the kitchen and living area. The next room was a bedroom, and the third room, ostensibly another bedroom, actually served as our refrigerator/freezer. If we wanted food to freeze, we put it against the outer wall; if we only wanted to keep it cold, we put it on the inner wall. I was a shift worker at our site in Hof and on that frigid Christmas Eve almost a half century ago, our flight was on a “Day” shift. Fortunately, our flight commander allowed those of us who were married to leave at noon so we could spend some time with our families. As an Air Force three-striper who had just paid to have his wife and daughter fly over to join him, I was as broke as could be. We couldn't afford a Christmas tree, so I “purloined” one from a local forested area. A friend had given us a string of lights, but that was the kind of lights where, if one bulb went out, the entire string went out. As the bulbs inevitably blew, I would cut off that portion of the string, wire the remainder back together and have lights, just one less than before. As Christmas approached, the string became shorter and shorter. I left work about noon and drove to downtown Hof, hoping to buy at least one small gift for our daughter with the very limited funds we had. Unfortunately, all the shops were already closed. I then drove the thirty or so miles to our apartment in Himmelkron, where my wife and I decided to give it one more shot at finding an open store. Knowing there would be nothing in Himmelkron, we drove the short distance to Bad Bernech. However, again all the stores were closed and it was beginning to look a lot like a not so merry Christmas. And then my car wouldn't start. Here we were, about ten miles from home, temperature was near zero, it was already getting dark... wife and I walked to a local apartment, carrying my daughter. A friend and fellow flight worker lived there with his wife, and he took the time to get us back on the road and home. We finally got back to our third-floor living area/refrigerator/freezer, tired, cold, with our tiny little tree and the few remaining lights trying desperately to spread a bit of Christmas cheer. I was sitting in a chair, still in my utility uniform, despondent and far from cheerful when there was a knock on the door. I went to the door and there was our landlord. He beckoned for me to come with him, and my first thoughts were,”Oh no, what now? What else can go wrong!!?” As I started to leave with him, he indicated that my wife and daughter were to come as well. Still having no idea what was about to happen, we went with him. He led us downstairs to his apartment, ushered us into the living area, put our daughter with his own young son and all his toys, and invited us to partake of his family's Christmas. This from a family I had known less than a month! My German was limited, my wife spoke no German at all, the landlord and his family spoke no English, my daughter and their son had a language all their own – but somehow we communicated. After an evening of food, drink, love and Christmas spirit, my wife, daughter and I went back upstairs to our apartment, which, for some strange reason, no longer looked so bleak, lonely and cold. Our little tree now glistened with a new brightness, and Himmelkron lived up to its name - “Heaven's Crown.” Many Christmas Eves have passed since then, and my little girl is now mother to two and grandmother to four. I've spent the holidays since then in various parts of the world, sometimes surrounded by friends and family, sometimes getting ready for a Christmas Day flight. But of all those Christmas Eves since then, that Christmas Eve in 1962 in Himmelkron, Germany, where someone reached out and touched us will always burn the brightest in my memory. Merry Christmas and Frohe Weinachten Lonnie
Grey Mountain 12/24/20 05:39am Around the Campfire
Sort by:    Search within results:
Page of 2  

New posts No new posts
Closed, new posts Closed, no new posts
Moved, new posts Moved, no new posts

Adjust text size:

© 2021 CWI, Inc. © 2021 Good Sam Enterprises, LLC. All Rights Reserved.