Not quite as indisposed as I'd imagined
We left the island a couple of days ago on an extended road trip in a sweet little Eurovan and got off to an inauspicious beginning.
The camper runs on propane or electricity, or solar for that matter, and has a smoke and carbon dioxide detector mounted in the little living space. Before leaving I checked it and found it iffy. I purchased a new one in Rockland and drove down to Portland to join my daughter and her partner for a visit before striking out.
When we returned to the van from breakfast, an alarm was sounding. We looked everywhere for its source but could find nothing. Soon there were four of us, in varying postures of investigation, inside the van with the doors closed, trying in vain to find the source of the ominous beep, which sounded every 30 seconds.
The Volkswagen is fairly comfortable for two of us if we have the top up and stay out of one another's way, but the top was not up, we were parked downtown on a busy street and there were four of us,me up front looking under and around the dashboard, Elaine in back standing nearly upright, my daughter on her knees looking under the console of tiny appliances and our fourth crawling behind and around the back seat.
After a half-hour and 60 beeps, we called a camper dealership and were invited to bring it in. We said goodbye to the kids and headed out to Windham. Elaine went into the waiting room and I sat in the camper living area puzzling over the recurring beep. After a half-hour and just as we were to be taken into the shop, I had an aha moment and reached for the trash bag, wherein I found the old alarm, not quite as indisposed as I'd imagined, complaining at having been removed from duty.