Last Saturday, we left our campsite at Blue Spring State Park, headed to the oversize parking lot at Orlando International Airport. Shortly after we filled up with fuel, the truck went into limp mode so we pulled over to the side of the road. The truck wouldn’t start back up, so we made our first call ever to Good Sam Roadside Assistance.
An hour and a half later, the tow truck arrived and brought the truck and the trailer (separately) to a nearby Ford dealer.
We spent the night at the Ford and in the morning, after talking to the service department, we headed to the airport for our trip to New Orleans.
This detour actually ended up saving us, because we thought we were flying out of Orlando International but our flight was actually out of Orlando Sanford International Airport. We figured that out by chatting with they Lyft driver on the way. Had we not stayed at Ford, we probably wouldn’t have realized this until it was too late.
It seemed like luck was on our side. The timing of the breakdown was perfect. We didn’t need the truck that week, got rerouted to the correct airport and survived flying a budget airline.
Throughout the week we were in touch with the service department. We reminded them that our Airstream was in the parking lot and that we were returning late Friday. It was all ok they assured us.
Midweek, we learn that the high pressure fuel pump had failed and they weren’t going to be able to fix it before we returned. Brian reminded them about the Airstream and our return date and time.
Friday night, we survived another budget flight and ordered a Lyft to bring us back to Ford. During our walk through the parking lot with our luggage, a voice comes over the loudspeaker telling us we are trespassing. There isn’t any visible security, so we wave and keep walking.
Once we’re inside the trailer, I joked that they probably wonder where we disappeared to. Then we settled in. It was late but we still needed to unwind, so we got into bed and watched some Ray Donovan.
About 45 minutes later, I hear someone try to open our front door, fortunately it was locked. Our adrenaline spiked and Brian peeked out the window. At this point lights went ablaze outside, and there were multiple voices shouting at us to come outside. Brian remembers them identifying themselves, I only remember the vicious dog barking and the female repeating “COME OUTSIDE NOW, YOU WILL NOT GET BIT” and the male shouting “COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!”
Brian, who was in his skivvies, pulls on his jeans and goes to the door. I asked him if he thought I should call the cops to verify that it was actually the police. He said, no, it’s really the police and he opened the door, put his hands in the air and came face to face with two gun barrels.
The first thing Brian said was “What’s with the guns?” and then quickly followed it up with “My wife is inside” so I wouldn’t startle them in my hoodie and “Our truck is getting serviced, Ford knows we’re here.”
When I came to the door, they shouted for me to put my hands up, and pretty quickly saw that we were a boring middle-age couple and lowered their guns. They asked for IDs and explained that security had called them, and said that they saw us enter the trailer and they thought it was a robbery.
One of the cops came inside with me to supervise while I got both of our IDs. I asked if I could get Brian a shirt and the officer said that it wouldn’t be long, so B remained shirtless for a bit longer.
Once they ran the trailer plates and found that the names matched, they apologized and explained again why they came at us so intensely. They thought it was a robbery.
I appreciated that and thanked them for protecting our trailer.
Brian told them how it really got his adrenaline going and the officer said his was racing too. They weren’t really expecting anyone to be inside and when they realized there were people in the trailer they went into high alert.
I finally was able to give Brian a shirt, and in the end, one of officers even recommended a campground in the neighborhood.
It was a really weird week and despite the gun drama, we feel really lucky.
2017 Cost of Camping:
11 nights free camping
62 nights paid camping (thru 3/15)
73 days this year
Total spent on camping this year: $2413.45
Daily average cost of camping: $33.06