Several weeks ago we went to Hartwick Pines State Campground in Grayling, MI. If any of you have been to that campground, you already know of the winding road to the campground after you check in. If you haven't been to that campground, theres a winding road to the campground after you check in.
As we were rounding the curves, we'd hear and feel a thud. It felt and sounded like it was coming from under the truck.
I cautiously limped into the campground and after setting up camp, proceeded to crawl all over the underside of the truck. Maybe a weld broke on the factory under bed 5th wheel crossmember. Nope. Something with the transmission. Nope. Something with the front end. Nope.
Going into Grayling for my archery shoot, I tried to get the feel and noise to come back. Nope. It appeared it happened only when hooked up. That left the Reese Goosebox. (I'll give a full evaluation of that hitch in another post)
On the way out of the campground, are you ready for this, Shirley readily agreed to hunker down in the bed of the truck, at the front, to watch the Goosebox. To see if anything was moving that shouldn't and to make sure things that were supposed to move, did. Nope.
But we still heard the noise. We determined it was coming from the High Country. So she volunteered to ride in the camper to figure out what was going on.
I pulled out on the highway and slowly did a few zigs and zags(no more curves). Pulled over, went to retrieve her and yup, it was one of the bedroom closet doors sliding back and forth. One of them latches ok and the other doesn't. So until I can get to the dealer for a fix, we slide both doors to one side and stick that tootsie roll pillow that's from the bed in the opening. So far that works.