This is another post describing the build out of the new van and the installation of some of the goodies.
Today while camped at Tumbling Creek in the Cherokee National Forest in Tennessee I installed the vent visors on the new van. And here’s a step by step to explain the process.
This is the brand that I installed. I chose the “in track” style to make the installation quick and easy.
Following the instructions begin by “scuffing” the window track with the provided ScotchBrite pad.
Next wipe the track with the provided alcohol wipe to remain any dust left by the scuffing.
Peel back the tape to expose the adhesive on each end leaving the rest of the tape in place until the visor is in place.
Once you are satisfied with the positioning, then remove the rest of the tape and roll up the window.
Leave the window rolled up holding the visor in place for 24hrs to allow the adhesive to set up completely. This will give you a very nice looking install and allow you to leave the windows cracked even in the rain.
That’s how you do it. Now I can drive or camp with the window cracked in the rain.
I hope this helps someone with their efforts to make their van more comfortable.
When I say “alone” it’s only because my faithful travel companion couldn’t come with me. However I had the support of my friends, co-workers, family and my vanily the entire adventure.
Perhaps I should explain that this was an unplanned but definitely not uneventful adventure. Monday morning around 5:00 in the morning I had a heart attack. While this was not the first time I felt the symptoms it was the time the I chose to act.
Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been awakened twice before with a pain in the center of my chest behind the sternum. Like so many of the patients I responded to as a Firefighter/EMT, I tried to pass it off. “Damn, I gotta stop eating spicy food after midnight.” The second time I argued with myself that this isn’t really what a “heart attack” feels like. I didn’t think I had an “elephant standing on my chest” or any of the ridiculous sounding terms for the tight feeling that I really was experiencing. Perhaps the anxiety kept me from noticing any light tingling in my fingers or maybe that was just the denial. You see even that denial can almost be counted as one of the symptoms of a heart attack… WARNING SIGNS OF A HEART ATTACK. (Please follow this link)
So when the third time in two weeks rolled around I only argued with myself a short while. No sense in beating a dead horse, pun intended. ( Hey, I’ve never claimed to be the fastest horse in the race.) But when I finally listened to my heart, figuratively speaking i didn’t break out my old ‘scope, I got myself to the ER.
The Doc there “ran a strip” and nothing really showed up, things looked OK. But, the blood work came back with slightly elevated enzymes that might indicate some damage or distress.
There was a quick decision made I would be going to the University of Kentucky heart cath lab. (My second only ride looking between my feet out the back door of an ambulance.)
On the way there I pondered what many of the patients I’ve loaded into ambulances must have been thinking. “Am I really ‘this’ bad”, “how am I gonna break this to my family or friends”, “what happens next” and for me it suddenly struck home the role many of us in the fire service have played. The questions are out of fear of the unknown and losing control of things in our lives. And, at times even the knowledge this could be the end of our life.
For me I knew that it probably wasn’t the end but what lay ahead? when I arrived at the Gill Heart Institute heart cath lab things happened very quickly at that point. Within what seemed like 30 minutes or less I was being put on the table in the procedure room. These people really know their stuff and the importance of acting quickly. This gave me a certain level of confidence everything was gonna be alright. I was treated with human dignity and not just a “procedure”. My hat’s off to these folks.
Around the next turn was a nursing staff and support group that made me actually feel the need to explain to some that I really was in a hospital not hotel. Their attention and tending to my needs was just that of a 5 star hotel. Plus the food was really good! I kind of hated missing supper on Tuesday. Not only was the staff excellent all of the equipment they used appeared to be top-notch and new. The echo cardiogram really impressed me.
Alright, no jokes about whens my due date. That’s my heart from one of many angles it was recorded. And video taken…
It was still a stay in a hospital, and had it not been for the texts, messages and yes even the Facebook chats I would have been really bored. As it were I sat perched in the window several times watching the world eight floors beneath. I now also have a new appreciation for the times Layla is simply laying on the bed staring out the window when I’m reading and not actively playing with her.
I was released Tuesday evening the next day after my heart attack. Seems incredible that so much could have happened in less than 48hrs. I’m sitting here writing this post and still experiencing a certain emotional roller coaster ride. Oh I’m not upset or fearful, far from it. I’m thankful for making a good decision, being treated by highly qualified and compassionate people, feeling the thoughts and prayers of so many, and being able to reach over and pet my companion.
Please share this post in many places. I make that request hoping that maybe someone will make a similar good choice. Don’t delay investigating when things “just don’t seem right”. I didn’t and I’m glad.
Today Layla and I took the new van for a maiden voyage. I wasn’t real sure where we would end up but I just knew I did not want to head west. Why??? Well this is the start of the Kentucky derby and I didn’t really want to be anywhere around Louisville. So, east it was. After travelling for a little while I decided to go check out one of my favorite free spots near Morehead, Ky. Surprised I was to find two of the forest service roads in that part of the Daniel Boone Nat’l Forest closed. I’m guessing the water was still too high. Which brings a point, it’s easier (and cheaper) to call the Forest Service and ask questions about an area before just driving there. So we headed back to Boonesboro State Park where even with the flooding there would still be places to stay.
When I first moved to Kentucky this is one of the first “beaches” that I could come to and pretend to be near the ocean. It was a great place for family fun and picnics. Public restrooms and changing areas, tables lined a very nice covered pavilion.
Today there are no restrooms, no public bathrooms or changing areas, and no crowds of families playing on the beach.
What happened!?!? Well here’s an excerpt from the local paper…
Jan. 20, 1990 (The Winchester Sun)
For the second consecutive year, the Kentucky River has caused problems at Fort Boonesboro State Park. The park’s beach was closed after water conditions became unsanitary for the second straight summer. Heavy flooding also damaged park grounds and buildings. A local group is working to get a new swimming pool for the park in hopes of increasing its attraction to tourists.
The Kentucky River became sick. Who’s to blame? Well that’s a hard question to answer and even harder to fix. Here’s a report from the “Kentucky River Basin Assessment”…
Though this really saddens me there are some great times to be had at the state park. They have added a wonderful swimming pool with kiddie pool and sprayers, and of course the monument for the original fort is within the state park.
Not to mention Fort Boonesboro with the reenactments and demonstrations is a short drive or hike on a nature trail away. Fort Boonesboro website.
But what about our voayge??? After a little rest it continues…
Where to I’m not sure yet… but today it will continue.