Adventures In Motherhood

The generator died. It was day two of our RV extravaganza before we noticed. We had arrived in Lassen Volcanic National Park at Summit Lake North, completely off the grid with nary a cellular hotspot for the children to beg for.   The first red flag should’ve been the RV owner’s instructions on how to jump the generator with jimmied cables. The second red flag, the children and Schnoodles roasting in the way back like hot dogs on a campfire grill.   Comfortably cool in the cab with our children fixated on screens, we enjoyed the Shasta Mountain View, unaware they were melting buckled up behind us. No wonder the dogs preferred my lap! Somewhere between s’mores cleanup and plugging in our multitude of first world devices to charge, the generator sputtered and croaked.   “It needs a jump,” I said, assuming a simple fix. Back in action within minutes, the kid’s observed even their mother can fix electrical s&*#! Thankfully, the cool mountain breeze lu...