Raven’s RV
The ongoing education and adventures of two rank newbie RVers

Oct 24, 2007

Let there be gas

The handy-dandy little indicator on our stove hood let us know that we needed propane, so that was our next “first.”

You apparently pull the rig up to the big propane tank (which had been freshly filled not an hour before) and then pick up the phone and call for assistance. Then you wait. As Jim had said, as an RVer one needed to not be in a hurry. ;)

We have the kind of propane tank that can’t be removed, and we’re not allowed to fill it up ourselves. Eventually, a character with a Sergeant Pepper mustache wandered up and took care of business for us. During the course of the experience we discovered that he had once lived in Sunnyvale, in a mobile home park not too far from us and which we ourselves had checked out (until we saw the “no motorcycles” sign)!

At this stage I’m not that sure of what he did, only that some while later he handed us a document to take into the store and it said that it was for “off-road” use. I had to chuckle: my motorcycling world and my RV world might have the same terminology, but it doesn’t mean the same thing at all. At least in California, it’s illegal to drive with the propane tank switched on.

While Don put nearly $60 of gas into the RV, I went in and paid for the propane. With our duty towards Flying J thus absolved, and no continued risk of the six cans of soda in the fridge getting warm, we moved onto the next thing: An Actual RV Park :: cue exciteable music ::

And the answer is...6.7 gallons!