Category Archives: FMCA

8-11 February 2017: Hamcation

One of my hobbies is amateur radio (call sign K4EAK). I have a nice little setup in the house in LaGrange, from where I’ve spoken to people in all 50 states and several hundred different countries. I even once spoke to guys in Europe by using special equipment to bounce a radio signal off the moon! Our local club assists first responders with communications during severe weather outages, as well as doing other public service tasks. I have a pretty good mobile setup in the truck, and from time to time I even play on the radio while we travel around in ACE. There’s an amateur radio chapter in our motorhome association, and a few times we’ve met up with them in various locations, like this trip back in 2014. All of this is pretty geeky, and most people would (rightly) assume that ham radio guys are mostly nerdish dweebs, who generally keep their noses stuck in various electronical gizmos,  and who for the most part have only marginal interpersonal skills. Think of Big Bang Theory come to life.

If you’ve gotten this far, this part of our Florida trip involved a descent into the deepest, darkest possible recesses of nerdism: the second-largest “hamfest” in the world, a place where thousands (literally) of hams congregate to buy and sell new and used equipment, attend seminars on various communications topics, and “socialize” (using a generous definition of the term).

A panorama view of Central Florida Fairgrounds (Orlando), where hundreds of RVs and thousands of ham radio guys have congregated for the 2017 “Hamcation.”



The “swap meet” (the indoor version, but there’s also an outdoor “tailgate” version with hundreds of sellers) and the vendor area (where dealers and manufacturers peddle their latest wares).

And since a couple dozen members of the motorhome club were in attendance, we also set up one night for a potluck supper:

About 36 members and guests from the “Family Motor Coach Association” Amateur Radio Chapter set up between a couple rows of member’s motorhomes.

I know what you’re thinking: what was poor Wendy doing during all of this, seeing as how she has a mostly normal personality and finds my ham radio activities about as dull as a fence post? My answer is, who cares? No, I’m kidding. That was a joke. I’m actually very grateful that she puts up with these little eccentricities of mine with little (well, mostly little) objection. She did spend one day visiting our son-in-law’s parents down in Lakeland, where she was able to do the Frank Lloyd Wright tour at Florida Central College, a college that has been described as the most beautiful campus in the United States. As the tour website puts it, “The story of how a Methodist college with no endowment – during the Great Depression and World War II – was able to not only convince one of the most sought after architects of the time to draw plans for their school, but was also able to afford to build them, is a wonderfully entertaining story.”

And we both enjoyed the evening get-togethers of the ham radio club. For all of the nerd-jokes that attend an event such as this, the people are actually friendly, welcoming, and interesting. Next stop: Fort Wilderness and Walt Disney World! Woo hoo!


16-20 March 2016: One More Time-Another FMCA Convention

So, I keep saying that these sorts of things really aren’t my cup of tea, yet I keep going back. What gives? I’m not sure, but I may be wrong on the cup-of-tea thing. At least in part.

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I had to fly the Army flag … too many Navy flags around to let the challenge go unanswered.

A big part of RV rallies is definitely not me: I don’t do the social things, crafts, or games. But there are aspects of these rallies that definitely are valuable. This year, for example, I attended seminars on RV insurance (two), WiFi enhancements, suspension components, satellite television, and how to handle mail while on the road. All of those were extremely useful. And I visited booths to chat up the vendors regarding hitches and tow bars, satellite receiver mounts, WiFi boosters, campgrounds, accessories, and transmission performance enhancements. Again, all useful (even if “useful” in the sense of informing me about what I don’t want). And, on top of all of that, the RV community comprises people that are more than willing to share experiences, good and bad, about brands, upgrades, options, accessories, and travels. Getting together with a few thousand chatty, experienced, like-minded people is a good way to shortcut the learning curve.

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Georgia State Fairgrounds (Perry, Georgia) with well over 2000 motor homes scattered about.

Plus, within limited spheres, even the social aspect is OK. I attended the Military Veterans Chapter dinner (and volunteered to be chapter treasurer), and enjoyed sitting around with some hams talking about radio stuff (even though the Amateur Radio Chapter didn’t have a meeting).

Wendy was still laid up with the foot annoyance, and the experience would have been better had she been there. But will we go to other rallies (both FMCA conventions and chapter rallies) in the future? We’ve already decided that it would be appropriate to go to these large-scale conventions every couple years or so (assuming they’re somewhat in the neighborhood), plus chapter rallies whenever convenient. So, maybe we do indeed like this kind of tea in our cups.

21-23 March 2014: FMCA Amateur Radio Club

Right after the FMCA convention, we headed across the street to the Fair Harbor RV Park for a gathering of the FMCA Amateur Radio Club. What a great time! Fun people, interesting conversation, and a lot of time to talk about how to operate portable from the MH.

My radio setup consisted of an IC-718 (temporarily, pending moving my IC-706MkII-G out of the truck), an LDG AT100-Pro autotuner, and a Samlex 35 amp power supply, all of which was mounted in a custom box that also serves as my portable setup, such as on Field Day.
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The setup fits quite nicely in the fold-out desk on the passenger side (my computer goes in front of the box) and I simply run the coax out through the window and to the antenna. This works just fine and, with headphones, I don’t disturb the XYL.

I’ve been thinking that using a simple hamstick dipole (or maybe a BuddiPole) is the way to go … acceptable performance, no worry about insolvable RF ground problems, and easy enough setup and takedown. I have a 15′ expandable painter’s pole with the hamstick adapter mounted at the top. So, all I would have to do is screw in the hamsticks, attach the coax, and mount the painter’s pole in the flag pole mount already attached to the MH ladder.

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I operated that way on 20m for a few hours and got about a dozen contacts, including W1AW-New Mexico (!). 40m didn’t seem to work as well (barely made contact with the RV Service Net), but that may have been an imbalance in the two sides of the antenna. Further investigation to follow. After talking to folks here who know a lot more than I do, I’m convinced that is indeed my best option, at least for a while.

All things considered, I’m OK.

Overall statistics for the combined FMCA Convention/ARC trip:
283 miles
Fair Harbor RV Park cost: $44 x 2 nights
Fuel costs: $167.34
Average mileage: 6.72 mpg (only towed 1/2-way due to problem with transmission pump)

16-20 March 2014: Yet another FMCA rally…

Dateline Perry, Georgia — FMCA Convention: I know I’ve said these kinds of things really aren’t my cup of tea, and they really aren’t. So, exactly why am I here again, along with 2500 other motorhomes, in yet another version of a geriatric Woodstock?

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The main reason is that we’re here to sign up for a trip of a lifetime: a two-month tour of Canada and Alaska. Because we are who we are, though, that means that we have to research to blazes out of the options, attend half a dozen seminars to flesh out the alternatives, then meet with the tour organizers with an endless series of questions, and then, and only then, sign up. To do all that, well, it helps to be here.

The Alaska trip itself is pretty amazing. 60 days through Canada (including the Calgary Stampede), then up through Alaska, then back down through British Columbia:60daylargemap


There are approximately infinity things to do on the trip, many of which can be found at RV Fantasy Tours – Alaska. We’ll tweak the pre-planned list of activities somewhat; for example, we’ll probably want to spend more time in Denali National Park and less in Fairbanks, and I expect we’ll want to do a “flightseeing” trip to one of Denali’s glaciers.

As good as that should be, getting there and back should be just as good. We’ll hit Badlands National Park, Devil’s Tower NM, Little Big Horn NBF, and Glacier NP on the way out. Then Victoria BC, Olympic NP, Mt. Ranier NP, Yellowstone NP, Glacier NP, Zion NP, and Grand Canyon NP on the way back. Plus too many other wonderful places to count.

13,300 miles over a course of three months, seeing a substantial fraction of what’s worth seeing in Western North America. Wow.

The entertainment this year was unbelievably good. On the first night, we were treated to a comedienne Jeanne Robertson, whose descriptions of her husband (whom she calls “Left Brain”) sounded a little too familiar. The third night was Sarah Getto, a wonderful singer-musician, whose personal accomplishment is one of the most inspiring and incredible stories I’ve ever heard. And in between those two, we were dazzled by The Texas Tenors. I had heard that they got more votes on “America’s Got Talent” than any other vocal group in history, and I believe it. But I can’t describe their music. It’s an improbable combination of opera (one has to hear their three-part version of Nessun Dorma), pop, show tunes, and country music (done by people who can actually sing), all in one show. Amazing. Go buy their albums to see what I mean.

Oh yeah … we also (almost) bought a new motorhome. Really. Got perilously close. It started out just seeing what a slightly larger, diesel-driven version of our ACE would be like (a Thor Palazzo 33.2). And it would be very nice indeed. So, we said thanks very much, and the dealer started throwing money at us. Eventually the amount of cash out of pocket that it would take was potentially doable. But the real consideration came down to a simple question: “Which do we want more? A slightly bigger, slightly nicer motorhome, or the money to take more trips in the motorhome we own now?” That cinched it.

So, will I do another one of these things? I keep saying no, but now I’m not so sure. Two things happened that made me wonder whether I may be in the right place after all. Before the first night’s entertainment, while making the usual scheduling announcements, the MC said it would be appropriate to thank the veterans in attendance and asked the veterans to stand. Of the roughly 2000 men in the audience, well over half, maybe two-thirds, stood. And then, on the second evening, the Texas Tenors did their version of Lee Greenwood’s “I’m Proud to be an American” and everyone, I mean everyone, stood up. I don’t know — maybe these are my peeps after all.

25 to 31 August 2012: FMCA Convention

It’s 620 miles from LaGrange to Indianapolis, so we decided to break the trip into two days.
So last night we loaded up Ace, parked it in front of our driveway, ready for an early morning get-away. At 0745, we hit the road–our first real trip in our Thor ACE 30.1. Next stop: the KOA in Bowling Green, KY.

The trip proved interesting in several ways.

First, ACE is a dream to drive. Maybe I was born for this life, but time and the miles just fly by. Much of the early part of the trip was spent off the interstates (US-431 to I-20, and then AL-77 up to I-59), and driving along those kinds of roads in a motorhome like Ace is near-perfect. I was reading one of Chuck Woodbury’s posts on and he noted that he only travels by back roads. He’s definitely onto something.

Second, unfortunately, there is a well-known problem with the slide in the ACE models that causes it to squeak and rattle as one drives along. Well, we’ve got in spades. It’s not too bad on smooth roads, but when the road turns bumpy, it’s definitely PDA (pretty darn annoying). Even worse, the squeattle (squeak + rattle) is right over the driver’s head, which causes drivers of certain personality tendencies to get, um, “crabby.” It really was only bad on bad roads, which roughly means it was really only bad in Alabama.

Which brings me to the third observation: what is going on with America’s road system? I guess I’ve been spoiled by living in Georgia, where the roads (except for urban area hell zones) are in terrific shape. But Alabama was another story: long stretches of both I-20 and I-59 that were “under construction,” except that given the lack of visible work they didn’t appear to be “under” anything and given the terrible quality of the roads after completion, I’d be hesitant to call the process “construction.” I’m reminded of someone’s description of “another road damaged by improvements,” except these roads are damaged by being built: concrete segments with poor alignment, leading to constant, rhythmic jolts. Very annoying. Which then leads to some random musings as I drive: Let’s see – 18.4 cents per gallon federal tax that goes into the Highway Trust Fund, plus (say) 22 cents per gallon in state taxes that are supposed to go into highway construction, means 40 cents per gallon, divided by 8 miles per gallon, equals 5 cents per mile … oh, never mind.

But we were soon out of Alabama, into Georgia briefly, and then into Tennessee, where the roads were fine and the scenery beautiful. We stopped at Nickajack Lake for lunch, and then ACE did a masterful job going up to and down from Monteagle (our first test of hill climbing and descending). Through the “Nashville Nightmare” with no problems (we take Briley Parkway to skirt around Nashville proper) and then into Kentucky and Bowling Green, where we quickly set up at the KOA in Bowling Green (click here for review).

Bottom line: 380 miles, averaging 8.19 miles per gallon (an inflated number induced by slow driving on back roads and construction zones–we’ll see what the real number is tomorrow).

26 August: We’re Here!

To understand what I’m about to say, keep in mind where I’m coming from. Ex-hippies, backpacking on our honeymoon, graduating to a tent, then a Vanagon camper, and then a pop-up when we had kids. Eventually, we upgraded to a travel trailer, but even still, almost always stayed in Corps, National Forest, and National Park campgrounds. We once stayed at Topsail Hill State Park in Florida, which is like an “RV resort,” but quickly decided that, while the park was fine and we’d go back again, it was a little too uppity for us. Too many motorhomes that obviously never really got near anything near “camping.” I guess that’s maybe a little reverse snobbery?

Now, here we are in Indianapolis. And this is our “camping” environment:


And this is just one of, I don’t know, maybe a dozen similar lots. Plus the entire infield of the racetrack:


We are in one of the “electric” lots, lots where each of these units has 30-amp power. How do they supply power to so many units? With huge skid-mounted generators scattered throughout this lot, running wires to distributions panels scattered all over the place. How do I know? I’m parked next to one:


2500 motorhomes, 8000 people. Is this fun and different and something I’d like to do again? Or is it the third of the seven circles of hell? I’m not sure yet. Tomorrow we’re off to seminars, vendors, and new motorhome displays. Further information will follow.

Today: 237 miles, 9.02 mgp.

27 to 30 August: FMCA Convention

At my last post, I was wondering whether a thing like an FMCA Convention would be interesting and fun, or something that was akin to an unanesthetized tooth extraction. The answer is that, well, it’s complicated.

[The FMCA tram system saved us some L-O-N-G walks — thank goodness for John Deere]

We did lots of seminars, and they were very valuable. In fact, they were mostly exactly what we were looking for: a quick way to get up to speed on the many aspects of motorhoming that are completely new to us. We spent most of our time (6 hours total) in the RV safe driving course by RV Safety and Education Foundation. This was all classroom study (not on-road driving), but unbelievably valuable. We also attended seminars on how to tow a toad; use, maintain, and trouble-shoot generators; and understanding weight and tire safety.

We toured the newest models of numerous lines of motorhomes. Frankly, most of them were pretty much over-the-top. The good news, though, is that we did NOT experience the dreaded consequence of going shopping after a making a purchase: finding something better. To the contrary, after touring literally dozens of motorhomes, we concluded there really isn’t anything out there that would be better for us than our ACE 30.1. Whew!

We also spend lots of time (and money) in the vendor area, purchasing: a Blue Ox “Alpha”-model towbar and SMI “Duo”-model braking system (both for our toad, when we get one), a 6-foot foldable ladder, and most important to me, a TireMinder tire pressure monitoring system. We’ve already gotten the TPMS installed and I’m looking forward to seeing how it works on the way home.

The purchases of the toad-related products revealed one very good reason to attend a convention such as this. We literally spent hours going from booth to booth (Roadmaster, Demco, BlueOx) getting information about each system, the seller’s views as to its advantages in comparison to the competition, the costs including all accessories, options, and so on. It would be difficult to duplicate that process elsewhere.

There is also a social aspect to the whole gathering, although we didn’t really get immersed in that to the extent we could have. We did strike up a conversation with our neighbors, Jim (W8MQ) and Alice (N8IKA), and met other attendees as we wandered around, all of whom seemed very nice. Otherwise, though, we were pretty booked during the day, and we were completely foreclosed from being able to sit outside under the awning, review our literature, and strike up conversations with passers-by because of being parked within a few feet of a 100 kW generator, the roar and fumes of which pretty much rendered the area outside our coach uninhabitable.

Oh, and we went (at least for a while), to the Earl Thomas Conley concert. No kidding.


Finally, on the way out, we took advantage of the RVSEF offering to get Ace weighed at each wheel position. The verdict: we are way under maximum weights at each wheel position. The minimum inflation pressure for our Goodyear G670 RV tires is 80 psi. The label inside the coach indicates 82 psi. We had the coach weighed at the local Pilot truck stock, did a bunch of upward adjustments for traveling loads, and concluded 80 psi would be fine. To be safe, though, I went up one column in the load-inflation chart, and then added 5 psi as a safety margin to account for possible unequal loads, resulting in 87 psi. All of that was unnecessary–our per-tire loads are so far under the ratings that the minimum pressure would be fine. Nevertheless, and to avoid worrying about losing 1 or 2 psi, we’re keeping it at 87 psi. And we’ve set the TireMinder to alert us if the pressure drops below 77 psi. How’s that for belt and suspenders?

So, the bottom line, would we do this again? I know we’re going to do one more (the Good Sam rally in Daytona in November). There are a couple seminars we missed (fire safety being the most important), but most of all RVSEF will be at that rally and we want to take the hands-on driving course. Oh, and Wendy want to go to the Reba McIntyre and Katharine McPhee concerts.

After that, I don’t know. Maybe. If the convention were held someplace we wanted to go anyway, it might be OK to go by for a few days of shopping and gawking. Maybe if we needed a bunch of accessories or had to make some major purchases, yes. Maybe if we needed some work done where vendors and installers would be known to congregate, yes. But, I really can’t see myself becoming a real rally fan. Of course, 20 years ago, I couldn’t see myself owning a motorhome. So, I guess, time will tell. Never say never.

30 August: We’re out of here and uh-oh!

The drive back to LaGrange should have been uneventful: head out after getting weighed, beat feet down to the KOA at Manchester, TN (363 miles, long but leaving only a quick drive home the next day), and call call it a wrap!

We made our first stop at the Love’s Truck Stop at Horse Cave, KY (exit 58). Wendy went into the store, I got out to gas up, and both of us left everything (including keys) in the coach. When I went back to enter the motorhome, the door handle seemed unusually hard to open (it was always a little sticky–that should have been a clue), and then WHAM!–the handle sprang outwards, a small white plastic part went flying across the parking lot, and the door was thoroughly and stubbornly positioned in the closed position. The door handle would flop freely, but had no effect, and the door would not budge. All of the windows were closed and locked. We were now completely and totally locked out.

At this point, I recalled just reading a post on the FMCA forum about similar occurrences. One guy posted that the broken lock left his wife locked inside the motorhome with no way to get out. One post reported being locked inside his RV and had to climb in and out through a window. The originator of the post wondered whether the obvious dangers of a defective door handle were sufficient to prompt a NHTSA recall.

So, I began to consider my options. Fortunately, there no grandchildren or dogs inside the coach, and we had a travel store, Subway, and McDonalds within a few feet. I remembered the old Boy Scout adage that, when you find yourself hopelessly lost, sit down and have a candy bar, the point being not so much the renourishment it provides, but to force yourself to remain calm and avoid any panic-driven stupidity. So we ordered a Subway sandwich, sat down for lunch, and started a methodical solution process.

First, I called the Good Sam club roadside assistance. After all, we paid a flippin’ fortune for the service, and this can’t be the first time anything like this has happened. Surely, this is routine and we’ll soon be on our way. The good news is that the Good Sam agent I spoke to was very nice, and genuinely wanted to help. The bad news is that I kept getting the feeling that she didn’t know what a motorhome was, or at least how a motorhome door handle worked. She kept acting as if the problem was that I had locked my keys inside the coach and the solution was to find a local locksmith who would run over and unlock the door. I explained several times the exact nature of the problem, suggested that an ordinary locksmith might not have the right skill set for a motorhome door, but then signed off with the assurance she’d call back as soon as she had a solution in hand.

Second, not having real good feelings about the prospects of success through Good Sam, I called the Camping World located about 30 miles down the road in Bowling Green. The service manager there was very helpful, even going so far as to pull a door handle unit out of parts and discuss with me how the unit worked, what the failure indicated, and what my options were. His conclusion: I was definitely screwed. Unless I could get in through a window, there would be no easy way to get in except to drill out something, somewhere on the handle, to get the door open.

So, third, I called the Thor technical assistance line. Perhaps they had encountered this problem before and knew of a fix. No such luck. Again, the guy I spoke to was very nice and wanted to be helpful, but the verdict was the same. Unless I could somehow retract the latch, the only solution would be to drill out something in the door handle assembly.

Time for a candy bar…

Now, about 2 hours into the process, I got a call back from Good Sam: they had located a local wrecker service that also provided locksmith services, and they would be onsite within 20 minutes. I still had doubts about the whole locksmith concept, but even if he couldn’t do anything for us, I’d be no worse off than I was, so what the heck? A few minutes later, the wrecker showed up and, ta da!, he said he had no idea what to do. He thought he was looking for a Ford pickup (we had told Good Sam the motorhome chassis was made by Ford) with its keys locked inside. There was nothing he could do for us.

Except there was. I had my multi-tool on my belt (all of my other tools were locked inside a storage compartment). We were able to figure out that the broken part rotated clockwise to retract the latch. I couldn’t get the tool on the broken part with enough force to move it, but he could. (Thank goodness for young, strong men who have a calling to drive wreckers–once again, providence at work.) He had enough hand strength (which is to say, a lot) to force the top of the part forward to spring the catch! The door was now open! From there, I retrieved my keys, got my toolbox, and we were able to disassemble the handle from the inside. We removed the spring-loaded latch and determined we could use the deadbolt as a make-shift door lock, which would hold the door securely closed until we could get home. (It was not apparent whether the inside handle would have worked, but I wasn’t about to chance it.)

Bottom line: A number of conclusions come to mind.

  • On the downside, this is a pretty serious defect. Had there been people or dogs inside the coach, it could have been life-threatening, and I would have borrowed a sledge hammer and broken the door, a window, or whatever to get inside. Had there been a fire and we had been trapped inside (like one of the reported incidents), the consequences could have been fatal.
  • Good Sam roadside service was pretty much worthless. We got charged $75 for the service call (don’t worry–I’ll get a refund one way or another) that was ill-suited to the problem at hand. Perhaps Good Sam is good for a flat tire, but I’m not convinced the telephone agents know much about RVs.
  • But, all things considered, surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. Although the consequences could have been serious, it turned out to be just one of those things that happens when one owns a complicated piece of machinery. I read a post on a boating forum once where the guy said, “If you don’t like tinkering with mechanical things, figuring out creative ways to respond to a never-ending series of problems, and making repairs on the go, don’t even think about cruising…” To a lesser extent, that might be good advice for RVing as well (although, admittedly, an RV isn’t in danger of sinking) (I hope). It was a problem, but we got it fixed with a little creativity, and it turned out to be little more than a minor inconvenience. Such is the nature of life…

Oh, and we eventually made it to the KOA in Manchester, set up for the night, and enjoyed this trip’s last dinner on the road.

31 August: Home

After the adventure of yesterday’s broken door, today was, as expected, uneventful. We did, however, discover a new joy: non-preplanned journeys down back roads. Basically, we were weary of the poor quality of the Alabama roads, just entering yet another interminable construction zone, and we decided to take a flier and take back roads all the way home. Wendy pulled out the Rand-McNally Trucker’s Atlas, and started picking our way south following truck roads designated with either a thin red line, a thicker red line, or double-red lines. What a pleasure! Definitely the way to travel and probably not significantly slower (except for where a major US Highway (like US-431) goes through a major city (like Anniston)), which is where the road turns into everything that’s ugly about traveling: traffic, stop lights, strip malls, and fast food joints. A small price to pay.

Mileage went way down fighting a pretty strong headwind all the way home: 7.78 mpg over the 244.5 miles we traveled.

Overall stats for the trip:
Total cost for the trip (all-in, including the convention fees): $1323.32
Total miles: 1224.4
Average miles per travel day: 306.1
Range of miles traveled per day: 237 to 381
Average fuel economy: 8.45 mpg
Range of fuel economy between fill-ups: 7.78 mpg to 9.07 mpg