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Saved By Solar

On Wednesday, I came home from work and noticed the trailer didn’t have full electric power.  Anything that required electricity by way of a wall outlet wasn’t working, however other things – such as lights, both ceiling exhaust fans, and the radio were working.  My initial suspicion that the trailer was not receiving any shore power (i.e. – the equivalent of tradition house power) was confirmed by the battery monitor reading, which read below 100% … an indicator that only the batteries were powering the trailer.

I immediately began checking potentially easily resolved issues outside the trailer in an attempt to troubleshoot a cause.  Was the shore power reading accurately at 120 volts?  Check.  Was the trailer solidly connected to shore power?  Check.  Was the primary external power cord fully functioning?  Check.

By this time it was getting late into evening and sadly, with a mountain of (day job) work needing my attention, I concluded that realistically, I would not have any more time to carefully investigate until later … like meaning the weekend.

Fortunately for me, the investment we made into a solar solution last year would save our bacon for a few days until I could more thoughtfully investigate the problem.  Kelly and I could not use any “power-hungry” appliances such as a toaster or hair dryer (actually, this impacts Kelly – not me), but using a couple of outlets throughout the trailer connected directly to the batteries through an inverter (which converts battery power to household power), the solar panels would easily recharge our batteries to 100% each day, minimizing the hassle of a few days without full electric power.

Today (Saturday) my neighbor Greg offered to help me troubleshoot the situation and together, he and I began looking inside the trailer in search of the culprit.

In most RV’s there are two electrical systems – direct current (DC) which is supplied by batteries and alternating current (AC) which is supplied by the power company or portable electric generator.  DC runs on 12 volts and is used principally for low voltage items (fans, lights, etc.), while the AC system (similar to a home) runs on 120 volts and provides power to the wall outlets.  After confirming the DC was fine, we focused on the AC … ultimately isolating the likely issue to the power converter/batter charger.

Pictured below is the main power center in our RV, responsible for receiving electrical power from either shore power or the batteries, and then distributing that AC or DC power throughout the trailer as required.

The heart of our electrical system

The heart of our electrical system

Usually nondescript, Greg and I were confident this piece of equipment would prove to be the cause of my electric troubles.  So of course he and I did what guys do … took out the unit and began looking for problems.

Using a multimeter, Greg and I confirmed the breakers and all fuses were fully functioning.  However, the four wires below (red, black, & white at the top of the picture) were not showing signs of power.  Given this, we began to question whether the unit itself was receiving power … which caused us to further roll up our sleeves and dig even deeper into the situation.

Circuit breakers for the AC and fuses for the DC

Circuit breakers for the AC and fuses for the DC

Power station removed for full inspection

Power station removed for full inspection

In our trailer, we have two external  power input “outlets” which feed power into the trailer.  Electricity from either shore power or a generator enters the power station via one of two (pink) Romex wires pictured above (left).  In this same picture, I’ve already removed the heavy gauge metal cover to expose the wiring, buss bar, and circuit board.

Immediately upon removing the cover, I spotted signs of a problem – note the burning on the bottom left of the picture below.

signs of excessive overheating

Singe marks indicate something bad

Upon closer examination, the evidence is clear – something happened which caused the cable to overheat and fail.

burned wires

Damaged wires

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Another view of the wiring

Fortunately, the unit performed as it was designed and isolated the failure from the rest of the unit.  I wasn’t home to hear, but I’m guessing that the moment of failure was accompanied by a loud noise of some sort.

Kelly and I are headed to Oregon in about 10-days and coincidently, our route will literally take us within two miles of an Airstream dealer.  While the damaged wiring is easily replaced, I’m nervous about long-term viability of the circuit board and unit overall.  This being the case, on Monday I’ll call that dealer and ask for a full warrantee replacement.  I’m hoping that if I email them the pictures above, they will agree to order a new unit and complete the service repair while we wait.

Definitely not how I prefer to start a long-awaited vacation …

 

Never Again

Yesterday our plan was to drive south along the coast and nestle ourselves into a quiet dispersed site located in the foothills about 40 miles of Big Sur.  We left HMB early in the morning with hopes of avoiding holiday traffic, but also in order to arrive to our campsite with ample time to celebrate America’s birthday.

What should have been a simple 3 hours or so of driving proved to be just the opposite.  Who knew that on arguably the largest outdoor holiday of the year, hundreds of people flock the beautiful HW1 in rented convertible Mustangs and other ‘touring’ coupes appropriate to perfect sunny conditions.  Add to mix, minivans filled to maximum capacity with camera-totting families and other tourists keen to stop at every scenic vista, and just for fun toss in lots of touring bicyclists* … our plans quickly went to hell.

But that was the good part of our day.

A few hours later than anticipated, we finally arrived to the Los Padres National Forest, and begin ascending towards the campsite.  Unfortunately, the campsite was a bit too remote.  In addition to a series of steep switchbacks, the road quickly narrowed, often single-land in size.  More, I was increasingly concerned about our ability to actually clear the roads.  Don’t forget, we were pulling our home  – there is no room for error.  Finally, I was increasingly concerned with the quickly rising transmission temperatures accompanying the very steep road.

At one point I actually pulled onto a turnout, unhitched the trailer and continued driving towards the campsite.  While a major pain in the ass, this decision proved to be a good one as we would not have made it much further with the trailer as the roads were simply too windy to accommodate a truck/trailer combo of our length.  Further, we would not have had any place to safely attempt a turn-around.

What a cluster-fuck.

After a bit of arguing about what to do next, Kelly and I devised a game-plan.   We decided to visit s few of the state parks which litter the coastline in hopes that maybe – just maybe – one of them had a cancellation we could use.  If so, perhaps we could salvage the weekend.

We are so naive  – no way that was happening.  This is the 4th of July – every yahoo and their dog is visiting a state park this weekend, no less the highly coveted parks literally a stones throw from the ocean.  We would have had better odds finding an atheist attending church.

Inconveniently, about this same time we were running low on gas and fortunately for us we happened to be about 7 miles from the only gas station for nearly the next 60 miles.  At $6.79 per gallon (for regular) they were happily selling to anyone buying.  What’s not to love about capitalism and the laws of supply and demand?

Never again will we allow ourselves to be without a secured location on a major summer holiday.  Recognizing failure, we accepted defeat with our heads low and decided to return home.  Unfortunately, as captured within the pictures below, the traffic was horrific.

But at least the views were nice.

Northbound

Northbound – slow going.

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The long snaking of cars to the south.

So to recap the day – we didn’t find any super awesome serene campsite, paid exorbitant prices for gas, and drove 320 miles to nowhere, only to return to our RV park full which is packed with knuckleheads burning campfires spewing more smoke than fire.

*  While I am absolutely a huge advocate of cycling and one day hope to complete a major bike tour of myself, I felt many of these cyclists simply didn’t mix well with the added traffic to the already overcrowded HW1.

Back To Normal

My trip to Germany concluded yesterday and I’m once again comfortably back in HMB.  Other than the usual issues accompanying a long international flight, the journey home was “without incident” – which is to say my mostly uneventful.

Awaiting my connecting flight in Fankfurt

Awaiting my connecting flight in Fankfurt

Once I arrived back to HMB, my first order of business was to make a visit to the auto collision repair shop and grab my truck.  A few weeks ago I had a little incident which necessitated some repairs and I had been putting off that work to coincide with my travels since I would be away.  The repairs were completed wonderfully, and the guys at the shop even washed my truck sparkly clean … which was nice of the given the $2,200 bill.

Repaired and once again looking good

Repaired and once again looking good

Following a 12-hour night of sleep, this morning I took Lilly for a walk and noticed that someone did a bit of vandalism to the RV park signage.  An online search will quickly reveal that the managers of our RV park are a surly crew – certainly not perceived to be a friendly bunch.  The feedback is fair for sure, but the employees here (a family run place) have begun to warm-up to Kelly and me and we’ve not had any real issues to complain about.

Apparently however, others feel differently.

Park signage tagged with paint

Park signage tagged with paint

True to form, I later saw the park manager who was definitely pissed-off about the vandalism.

Personally, I got pretty good laugh out of the incident.

Wandering Without Airstream

Last Saturday Kelly and I concluded our two week holiday trip through the southwestern desert, but not before stopping for some maintenance at Toscano RV.  In the interest of brevity, I’ll summarize to the following — we arrived in time for repairs on Friday and decided to spend the night at the RV dealer as our preference is not arrive to our home base RV park after dark.

Gray & Fresh water tank sensors replaced

Grey & Fresh water tank sensors replaced – this one dangling is the Grey

Sleeping at the RV dealer.  No charge for full hook-ups.

Our overnight spot at the RV dealer. No charge for full hook-ups (that’s us in the middle)

Saturday we arrived back to HMB, allowing Kelly one final weekend of complete freedom before starting her new job on Monday.  Alas, once again we are full-fledged DINKS.

This week has been a bit crazed for us, hence the lack of blog postings.  Before I knew it, the week had passed and I found myself jetting (pun intended) off to Europe on a business trip.

My ride --- Boeing 747-400

My ride — Boeing 747-400

Currently I am in northern Germany, specifically the town of Hamburg attending to some work matters this week.  Unfortunately, the ways of winter apply here in Hamburg — it’s quite chilly and the days are short.  Thank goodness I had enough sense to bring a stocking cap and gloves.

This is my second visit to the Hamburg office.  Unlike my previous visit, this trip affords me enough time that I hope to more thoroughly venture out after work hours and explore the town.

Per usual, I was not able to get any sleep on the long-haul portion (10 hours) of the flight (San Francisco to Frankfurt).  This being the case, I’ve been forcing myself to stay awake today until I know that I can get a solid night of sleep in an attempt to ‘flip’ myself onto local time (GMT +1.00).  Tomorrow evening I’ll know whether or not my plan worked.

Trying to stay awake has been a challenge this evening.  My hotel TV has a full array of satellite channels to view, but since I don’t speak German (or any other language for that matter), I opted to take a walk.  I wandered throughout the downtown and waterfront areas until (and I mean this literally) my feet were too cold to continue.  Long gone are the days when I thought 34 degrees was crisp.  Whatever, now I consider that to be cold.

It’s about 9pm local time and I’m pushing almost 30 hours without sleep.  I’m dead tired.

Time for bed.