We arrived to Hilton Head Island Motorcoach Resort late yesterday afternoon. Rain followed us the whole way down.
Lorraine went to the office to register while I unhooked our coach. Much to my dismay, we had “lost” one of our tow bar hitch pins.
We had made one, and only one, stop on our drive down from Mountain Falls. And that was at a Pilot in Bowman, South Carolina. Before I started to fuel the coach, I did a quick circle check to make sure everything was fine with the rig. And it was.
I guess I should have checked again before we left.
There was a pretty rough group of people in the lane beside us in a black pickup truck. They were not at the pump itself, more like twenty feet or so behind it. Outside of my visual range.
I really didn’t think much about them. There are rough people throughout Canada and the United States.
I was shocked to see that a hitch pin had been removed from the tow bar. Fortunately, the main locking pin that attaches the tow bar to the baseplate of the car was still in place. I’d hate to think what might have happened if we had lost that pin as we were travelling.
Our mission later this morning is to find some spare pins before we resume our journey south tomorrow.
Hilton Head looks best at night however I did not have my camera with me when we walked through the park last evening.
I did walk through this morning and here are a few shots to share with you.
This park has a lot of vegetation. Trees provide a canopy over much of the area and the landscaping is well developed. Most of the sites are occupied by Class A rigs. Very few Class B or C rigs. Fifth wheels are not permitted.
Some wonderful rigs like this old Prevost. Hard to make out, but the upper shades read: “Marty’s World”.
And a newer Prevost.
And look who’s here? Ryan from sortofhomeless.com. I’ve followed him for a while. And, since Lorraine and I currently do not have a stick and brick property, we can relate to being sort of homeless. Or, as someone has told us, not homeless, home free.