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playing a very dangerous game today by working on doll faceups and working on my bikes chain issues at the same time

[fishie-aziz]

mi gatito this morning

[acecasinova]

Also a reminder (that I need to listen to later today) for those who have a car and don't drive much:

Make sure to go out and start them up to idle every now and again! Your battery WILL up and die if you don't just start or use your car occasionally!

in the same spirit as those posts reminding you to drink some water and take your meds:

if you have a car, when’s the last time you checked your spare tire? because i know at least two people who’ve recently discovered that they couldn’t actually access their spare because they’d misplaced the necessary tool or some other thing. check your spare tire!! make sure you’ll be able to use it when you need it!!!

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[yuyinesque]

everyone stfu rn — but… here me out. fyodor x yandere!rusalka reader (ft. nikolai). putting it in a language for you cunts to understand. because i am tired. ichor is tired. and i’m suffering through a case called “writer’s block”. (implied murder, blood, obsession, mythological figures).

Cacodemonic cackles and pale sage peers; Dostoyevsky has yet to discern the urgency of his given situation, though had no qualms with concluding the annoyances of it. His partner’s blustery and ominous roars of amusement plagued Fyodor’s ear canal as he proceeded to lour directly into the monitor before him, which was occupied by a retched face he has yet to rid of due to their superlunary expertise. A rusalka, funny, isn’t it? Such mythological mistake merely used to scare off ignorant children is the same concept that was occupying his line of sight on this hallowed midnight.

Your pretty gaze now converted into a glinting, baleful, unblinking green as your bloodied visage remained almost stuffed into one of Fyodor’s esoteric lenses that he was sure that no one would find. Then again, you are far from mortal. You were savage. Barbaric and supernatural, irritating and invasive. You’ve been following him even after your death, as you were a devotee during the two of your teenage years, but he grown tired of your clinginess, so he managed to set you up on a blind date between a large water tank with a sealant.

It was clear that you were out for vengeance, but after announcing that you wanted nothing more but his heart, you wanted it devoured as well. The only man who you couldn’t entice with your looks alone… It was anticipated that you would eventually take much more drastic measures. He hated that about you. He loathed everything about you.

This story here has his clownish partner beside him in fits! It’s not like Fyodor could kill you, either! You’re literally immortal! Nikolai hasn’t had a good laugh like this in years, but… The idea of allowing his kill to go to waste over a creature isn’t something he was very fond of, and Fyodor noticed such, which prompted him to come up with a few possibilities on instinct. If he were to encourage Nikolai to do the dirty work for him, somehow, very somehow, he’d be able to rid of you. But, he’d likely perish during the process, which is something he didn’t need about n—

“Darlin’~ hands away from the secret utility for just a moment. Now, listen close and don’t forget to nod~!” Nikolai of course, disrupted his train of thoughts by speaking into the speaker with his honeyed theatrics disguised as absolute sadism and neurotic raze. Still, considering how smoothly this was according to his given plan, he was sure that God desired nothing more than Fyodor’s win. That thought alone was all that mattered to him right now. “Your kill has already been marked, my dearest, dearest cassowary! But… if you want, I wouldn’t mind sharing the remains once I’m through. How does that sound, sugar?”

What an unnecessary delay of plans, and your devilish smile followed by the immediate blackout of the camera made him sigh softly to himself. Lord, forgive him for the bloodshed that will occur on this endearing Sunday…

[psybrepunk]

Testing The Sealants (Nick Valentine & F!Sole Survivor)

Summary: The sole survivor becomes exhausted with Nick's refusal to take care of himself, and decides to take it into her own hands to clean up the good ol' synth.

Wordcount: 547

Tags: Pining, Eventual Suggestive Themes

"Hey, Valentine.  Are you waterproof?"

Nick looked up from the case file in his hand, automatically ashing the cigarette that was in his other.  His brows knit together in momentary confusion. Then again, he knew what Nora was like.  Her mind was always running a mile a minute, and he never knew what the journey to the destination might look like until he asked.  "Now where did that come from?" he drawled, and sat the file aside, leaning forward on his elbows.  

Nora rose from her seat across the Agency, and settled into the chair across from Nick at his desk, crossing her legs.  "I asked you a question, detective.  Are you waterproof?"

"So you're the one doing the interrogating around here now?"  Nick smirked, drawing on his cigarette.  

Not in an unfamiliar fashion, Nora completely ignored his question. "I'm not taking you to the Memory Den looking like this," she said, pointing generally at Nick and fixing him with what she hoped came across as a mock glare.  "Irma will have my ass.  Look at you.  You have cigarette burns on your collar.  There is actual dirt embedded in your neck skin. You still have someone else's blood on your shirt, and presumably the panel underneath.  And I can see a coolant stain on your arm right now."

The synthetic detective grimaced.  He nervously adjusted his hat with his intact hand, but in doing so was met with a sight of the deep blue stain that ran down his pallid forearm.  A low grumble of frustration rumbled through his - apparently blood-stained - chest.  He knew she was right.  He afforded so little thought to actually caring for himself physically.  The average person was so off-put by his visage either way that he hardly ever felt like it mattered - who cared if the local decrepit synth had blood on his clothes and stank of bicentennial tobacco.  He was still the local decrepit synth.  

But Nora was different.  Even from the first moment they had met.  He had never seen in her what he had seen written on a hundred faces when regarding him - the fear, the disgust, the general distaste that even the people who acted civil often couldn't quite hide.  From the very beginning she had only ever treated him like a person, with curiosity rather than mistrust, and soon with a fondness that he had experienced so little of in his synthetic existence.  

"Fine.  No need to make a man feel good about himself," Nick growled.  His metal hand drove his cigarette butt into the nearby ashtray.  "To answer your question, yes I'm relatively waterproof. I've got sealants galore.   Nothing really reaches the ol' circuits, at least not the ones that matter.  But I get tired of trying to dry out the metal bits before they rust.  So your idea better be good."

Nora waved away his concern.  "I have an actual shower in my old house at Sanctuary Hills.  And a blow dryer.  One of those fancy ones they used to make pre-war.  We'll have to ask Sturges how much water we can pump for the shower, and the blow dryer runs on a very small generator, but I imagine it'll do."

"And let me guess, there's no arguing about this with you is there?"  

[mamawasatesttube]

"Your hands are freezing." or "I brought you something." ?

The lights in Tim's apartment are on.

Given that Tim himself is standing on a rooftop across the way, and he's pretty sure he turned everything off before he left for patrol, that's a little odd. Normally, he'd suspect it's just Cass inviting herself over for a post-patrol sabbatical in his shower, but it can't be her because she didn't patrol tonight; she and Dick took tonight off to go across the bay to see the Metropolis ballet do the Firebird or whatever it's called.

It's three in the morning. Tim glares at the innocent, brightly-outlined curtains. Who's in his apartment? He's cold and tired, and he wants to go to bed.

Ugh.

There's nothing for it, though, and none of his alarms have been tripped, so it's probably fine. (Unless it's like, a capital-S Situation instead, but he would really rather it not be. He's sleepy, and it's bitterly cold out here.) So he huffs again, then fires his grapple line.

The scent of fresh-baked cookies greets him the moment he slips inside, and he balks beside the window, blinking. Aw, beans, now he's hungry, too—

"Finally! There you are!" Kon appears in a rush of color, grabbing Tim's shoulders with a bright grin. "I've been waiting for ages. You took forever! I got bored enough to make cookies, and they're getting cold!"

Forget the cookies. Tim tackles him.

Kon sweeps him off his feet and twirls him around, laughing. His arms fold around Tim's waist snugly, and Tim beams as he tucks his face into the warm skin of Kon's neck, exhaustion forgotten. Kon's been off in space with Kara for three weeks, and Tim missed him so much it ached.

"Your nose is cold," Kon complains. Tim pushes his nose further against his neck in response, and Kon huffs. "Hey."

Tim lifts his head to look up at him fondly. Kon bumps their foreheads together, then reaches up with a gentle hand to peel Tim's mask away. Tim wrinkles his nose—Kon's TTK working between his skin and the sealant always makes him want to sneeze.

"Took you long enough to come back," Tim teases, chest full of warmth. He gets to look at Kon without the lenses of his mask now. He's radiant. "Did you get lost or something?"

Kon kisses him lightly. He wants more immediately.

"No, we just accidentally started a revolution on the fourth moon of Tallon, out in the Alpha quadrant?" Kon grins ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck. Tim needs to kiss him again. "In our defense, we didn't mean to, but there was this whole thing with this guy called Kossak who miiiight have a vendetta against me, and... anywhoozies, that's beside the point. See, I brought you something!"

He sets Tim down and hurries across the room to dig through the backpack slung lazily onto Tim's favorite armchair. While he's at it, Tim strips off the outer layers of his costume—the gloves, belts, body armor, overshirt, and outer pants—and leaves them in a heap on the floor for the moment. Now clad in just an undershirt and thermal leggings, he pads over to see what Kon's got.

As he slips his arms around Kon's waist, leaning into his back, Kon hisses. Tim innocently kisses the back of his shoulder and tucks his fingers more securely under Kon's shirt, against bare skin.

"Your hands are freezing," Kon complains. "You ice gremlin."

"Yeah, it's winter and I haven't had my favorite handwarmer for weeks." Tim hooks his chin over Kon's shoulder with a hum. "What'd you get me?"

Kon grins. He twists about in Tim's arms to present him with a glowing box about the size of a Rubik's cube. Its faces are translucent; the light comes from somewhere within. It's not blindingly bright, but Tim's attention is drawn to the socket-looking port in one of the sides.

"It's a power pod for Kossak's spaceship," Kon explains, beaming. "I don't think it's got enough oomph on its own for space travel—Kossak's ship had ten of 'em, but Kara kiiinda exploded the other nine?—but I thought you might have fun building something out of it anyways!"

Oh, that's fucking rad. Tim lights up just like the little box. It's heavier than it looks; he turns it over in his hands appreciatively. He's not sure what exactly its power output looks like, but that'll be fun to play with. He can take it over to the Cave tomorrow; that way, if anything explodes, it's Bruce's problem and not his.

"You're the best." He carefully sets the cube on the coffee table and tucks himself back into Kon's chest. Kon hugs him again, squeezing him tight enough to lift his feet off the ground, and Tim hums. "...I missed you."

"Missed you too, sunshine," Kon says, and presses his lips to Tim's temple. "I'm glad to be back."

"Yeah." Tim smiles, content. "I'm glad, too."

[theplottdump]

Buckle Bunny: 𝘜𝘩 𝘰𝘩, watch out girls, unbroken bronc coming through.

Bitchy Blonde: Seems pretty dangerous letting something that wild run around in here alone. Tired Blonde: Oh leave him alone Viv.

Diego: Howdy Dani. Dani: Diego! Haven't seen you round here in a while. I thought all that ranch work had might have killed you. Diego: [ 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝 ] Good to see you too. 'Fraid it'll take a lot more than a few horses to break me. - The Horseshoe's lookin' great by the way.

Dani: Thanks, you'd be impressed what a couple coats of good deck sealant can do. Diego: Well you just let me know if you want me to come down and lend a hand with anything. Dani: Classic Golden Boy. Don't you have enough on your plate keeping the old Carey Ranch running? Diego: I always got time for good people.

Dani: Well then you know the rules- one good turn deserves a beer. On the house.

Diego: Gonna need two- got a date tonight.

Dani: Well good for you cowboy. I'll make sure to dig you out something classy.

A pair boots hit the ground as Chestnut Ridge's reining buckle bunny slid into the open seat beside the ranch hand.

Viv: Why hey there Cowboy, lookin' for a ride? Diego: I ain't got time for this tonight Viv.

Viv: Oh c'mon García, I've just missed seein' you around is all. Diego: And I'm sure that husband of yours is missin' you just as much right now too. He still stationed out by the crater? Viv: Strangerville- I'll be leavin' town to join up with him in a week or so.

Diego: Well that sounds like a mighty fun adventure for you both. Maybe you'll finally find that wedding ring of yours before headin' out. Viv: Oh you're no fun. Diego: I'm afraid I just got my priorities straight. The first of which is not rollin' around with married women.

Viv: What's so wrong with wantin' to break ya? Watcher forbid we women do anything. Girl's gotta find a way to occupy the hours somehow.

Diego: Maybe try pickin' up fishin'.

Viv: Sweet Diego. I'm sure your bottle blonde rich girl in her little clearance rack dress won't even last two minutes bareback.

Diego: I'm gonna ask ya to think 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 about what you're planning on sayin' next Mrs. Walker.

Dani: 𝙇𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙣. I don't want any trouble from you tonight.

Two ice cold beer bottles hit the counter- saving the woman from whatever Poppy/Diego tag team beat-down was surely on the way if she had kept running her mouth.

Viv: We were just havin a bit of fun, don't be jealous. But if you want to jump the line I wouldn't mind takin' you round the block either. Dani: Girl you better get your ass off my bar and start minding your own business or I'll- Viv: I'm goin, don't get your briefs in a twist.

Diego: Much obliged. Viv: Have fun on your little date Diego. Dani: 𝟭𝟬, 𝟵, 𝟴, - Viv: I'm goin- I'm goin.

[greenishghostey]

Eddie wanting to spend time w you but you have sleepy bitch disease so he just does his normal stuff but ur taking a nap on his bed

As someone with the sleepy bitch disease, this is very much MY JAM

///

You and Eddie had been together for a little over a year, and in that time, Eddie had become intimately aware of your love for sleep. Sure, he loved lying in until noon as much as the next person, but you took it to another level. The term 'heavy sleeper' was an insult to you, in his opinion.

The peak of your sleeping ability - he had started thinking it was like a superpower of something - came during a stormy night in September. Hailstones, sheets of rain and violent wind battered his trailer for hours into the night. Eddie got maybe an hour or two of sleep that night, but you were essentially dead to the world once you got snuggled into his bed. He had opted to being your pillow that night since you had been pulling him to your chest and making little tired noises that made him melt - not he was going to openly admit that to you, obviously.

Once December hit, the trailer would be near sub-zero by the time the sun went down. Eddie and Wayne had done all they could to seal with windows and doors, trying to trap the heat in as best they could. Eddie suggested window sealant, but Wayne shut down that idea very quickly since he wanted to get his deposit on the place back eventually.

You had been coming to stay the night at the trailer, and Eddie was initially stressed about you being too cold at night. Which, in his mind, would lead to you never coming to stay again, and everything would fall apart afterwards. A cold trailer was not going to impede your deep sleeping, though. While Eddie wasn't the warmest person to cuddle up to, he had compensated by piling pillows and blankets into his bed.

Once Eddie had picked you up from your shift at the library, you would immediately beeline for the bed fort that he had constructed for you both. Admittedly, the cold had made you even more tired than you normally would have been after work. The heater that was kept in the office had started leaking that afternoon, so you and your co-workers had been working in your scarves and gloves until closing.

Eddie always had a small smile on his face when you dozed off. His girl bundled up in his bed, where you belonged. He was all too aware of how rough work had been on you lately, so he decided to get started on some chores and dinner for when you woke up.

Most people would think that Eddie was incapable of being quiet, but he was quite the opposite. If anything, him being so loud was a front for him enjoying the mundane hum of the trailer and you shifting around in his bed. He tried to walk as lightly as possible while gathering up laundry around his room - some of it was his clothes and some of it was yours. The washing machine would be loud as fuck but you slept through a snowstorm once, you’d be fine.

With the laundry on and a pot of spaghetti simmering, Eddie felt a weird but nice wave of domestic bliss. Would it be like this when you guys moved in together? Maybe the whole househusband thing could work for him - a bit unconventional, but that was basically his middle name. You had told him on several occasions that he looked good in an apron.

His bedroom door had always been squeaky, no matter how much WD-40 he caked on the hinges. Eddie wanted to grab his acoustic guitar to get some practice in while dinner cooked. You’d mentioned liking ‘Trust Me’ by Janis Joplin when digging through Wayne’s records, so Eddie was secretly learning it - Joplin wasn’t exactly his usual choice of music, but she was pretty hardcore, in his opinion.

His socked feet made it to his guitar before you mumbled and gestured him to you, “You’re in the apron.”

Your eyes were still closed while a sleepy grin wormed across your face. Eddie was about ready to pounce and forget about dinner. “‘M making dinner. And cleaning stuff. Was gonna dance with the vacuum for you, but thought that might be a bit too much.”

“When’s that ever been something you worried about?” You laughed.

“Didn’t want to wake you.” Eddie smiled, kneeing by your side of the bed and moving hair from your face. “Plus, I can’t dance. You said it yourself.” He pouted and wiped a fake tear from his eye.

“I only said that because you were drunk and about to get on that coffee table.” You fondly remembered that party from a few months back. Eddie had actually danced with you pretty well when you both went outside for some air. He did try to dip you and dropped you on the front lawn, but at least he tried.

“And I would have been fine. Five beers and I’m ready to go.” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You snorted and lightly shoved his face away from you.

“It was a glass coffee table, babe.”

“It was Steve’s coffee table, babe. His folks could afford a replacement.”

“Yeah, but it’d end up coming out of your pocket. His dad’s a big bitch about money, remember?”

He pouted at you once again, but decided to properly retaliate this time. You barked out a laugh when he gathered you up in one of the blankets and hauled you up.

“You’ve disturbed my beauty rest.” You grumbled, standing up still wrapped in your blanket cocoon.

“You don’t need it.” He quipped, giving you a big smile when you gagged. Eddie knew you liked his cheesy compliments, but the fake disdain was still funny. “Besides, we gotta eat. It’s almost 10.”

You grimaced when he placed a sloppy kiss on your forehead. “Is that why I hear a pot boiling over?”

“Fuck, fuck, shit fuck.” Instead of immediately run to the kitchen, Eddie started to essentially sheep dog you along with him. Like you, in your still sleepy state, would be of any help. But it was nice to be considered.

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[hippolotamus]

Hi Hippo!! 💛

Can you share abut from whatever WIP you’re currently most excited about?

Hi Ellie!

I would say the one I'm currently the most excited about is pole dancer!Buck, known only as the Mirrorball fic for now. I don't think I've shared this snippet before??? The fic will be from both POVs but this one is from Buck:

Do these people feel that? The drunk college girls, smoldering lone wolves, bachelorette parties and corporate schmucks showing out of town clients a good time – do they feel the uniqueness Arsen infuses into his performances? Or worse, does Buck show through? The man who still feels so much like a boy at times. Who, underneath the extroverted façade, is already exhausted by life at the age of 23. Is tired of reapplying sealant beneath his makeup in order to prevent the hairline fractures from shattering completely, splintering and sending shards in every direction.  A man who is constantly touching, and being touched, but wishes that just once someone would hold him.

ask me 'bout my wips

also tagging @diazsdimples @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @daffi-990 @tizniz @jesuisici33 @gayedmundodiaz for showing interest

[quaranmine]

losing my mind a little at these stupid people on twitter who are convinced that everybody is lying about the poor air quality in the us and canada being caused by wildfire smoke, and it is ACTUALLY some shadowy/govt conspiracy group trying to poison everybody

i feel like i am losing braincells as we speak

their main point for this being "actually poison and not smoke" is that the air does not "smell smoky." they're like "it smells like chemicals! it smells like burning plastic! it's so acrid! this cannot be smoke!"

first of all....fires can burn a lot of things besides just plain wood? if it has destroyed homes or human development, it has burned A LOT of different materials that may include plastics, rubber tires, chemically treated wood/materials, sealants, etc. other compounds can also be formed through combustion--heat can cause chemical reactions! this is one reason why smoke inhalation is a risk, because in addition to the ever-present risk of particular matter (PM2.5 especially) it can carry other gaseous pollutants. literally just google "why does wildfire smoke smell like chemicals" and the answer is: they also release volatile organic compounds. there's tons of gaseous compounds in smoke, it's been studied over and over.

like i understand the fear of "omg this doesnt smell like my campfire!" but it literally takes just one google search and the most basic understanding of things burning in large quantities to explain why it smells like chemicals. i dont expect people to be environmental scientists or experts in the subject or know this off the top of their head. it is completely normal and rational to get freaked out by this. but how conspiracy-brained do you have to be to IMMEDIATELY assume there is some Widespread Multi-National Secret Plot to poison american citizens instead of just...fires smell bad??????

like no, this isn't normal. the fire season is worse than usual this year. it IS normal to have a fire season (fire is a normal part of ecosystems) and for some years to be worse than others, but it IS being exacerabated by climage change. more frequent droughts, hotter temperatures, and drier weather can all increase the severity of fires. it sadly looks like this summer will be very bad. if you want to get "conspiratorial" about it, look no further than the usual suspects of climate change: industrial pollution, corporations, oil company lobbying, etc.

but as for the air quality in the US and Canada RIGHT NOW, no you are not being poisoned by a shadowy conspiracy organization that the media is lying to you about, you are just. experiencing pollution.

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[dollsonmain]

Well, yeah, other than the solid color lips this does look like a faceup I would do.

I was able to soften the eyebrows well enough though I'm not a fan of the shape but had a hard time working with the lower lashes that were already there.

I tried softening them and blending them into her face a bit with pastel, overpainting them a bit to reshape and taper them, adding white lashes over top to add definition... it's just too much paint, now. Too many lines. Not that too many lines in the brows or lashes isn't typical for me.

I don't like how Wearing Makeup it looks, now, but that's mostly the solid lips again and the whoosh eyeliner. I usually do kid faces more lightly.

She looks tired.

I did already plan to redo her when the weather is better for it so I'm not too annoyed. A lot of sealant chipped off her ear while I was working on her just now.

This is pretty much the outcome I expected. I knew those lower lashes would be difficult for me.

I'm out of fancy clothes in this size, and out of wigs, too.

Anyway. It was interesting to encounter someone else's work that reminded me of my own.

Time to put her together since it's too cold out to sand her sprue cuts. She can wait.

[sunriseriverrvparkcampground]

RV Maintenance Tips for Traveling Through Crawfordville, Georgia

Traveling through Georgia, especially near areas like Crawfordville, offers picturesque views, tranquil surroundings, and the ultimate escape into nature. As you journey, it’s crucial to ensure your RV is in tip-top shape. Whether you’re staying at Sunrise River RV Park or passing through RV parks near Augusta, GA, maintaining your RV is vital to ensure a smooth and enjoyable trip. Below are some essential RV maintenance tips to keep in mind as you explore this beautiful region.

1. Regular Tire Inspections

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2. Check and Maintain Brakes

Given the hilly landscapes around Crawfordville, ensuring your brakes are in excellent condition is essential. Regularly check the brake pads, rotors, and fluid levels. If you notice any squeaking, grinding, or decreased braking efficiency, get them serviced immediately. The peace of mind knowing your brakes are functioning correctly will make your travel through Georgia’s scenic routes much safer.

3. Inspect Roof Seals and Vents

Georgia’s climate can be unpredictable, with sudden rain showers even in sunny conditions. To avoid leaks and water damage, inspect the seals around your RV's roof, windows, and vents. Look for any cracks or deteriorated seals, and reapply sealant if necessary. This small step can prevent costly repairs later, especially if you're planning to stay at Sunrise River RV Park, where the natural surroundings are best enjoyed dry and leak-free!

4. Keep the Electrical System in Check

Your RV’s electrical system is its lifeline, powering everything from the refrigerator to the air conditioning. Before you park at any RV park near Augusta, GA, inspect your batteries, wires, and connections. Make sure your batteries are fully charged and in good condition. Test your generator to ensure it’s functioning properly, especially if you plan to camp in more remote areas like Crawfordville. Keeping a multimeter handy can help you diagnose any electrical issues that may arise on the road.

5. Monitor Your Water System

Georgia’s humidity and temperatures can lead to unique challenges for your RV’s water system. Regularly check your freshwater, gray, and black water tanks for leaks or signs of wear. Ensure that the hoses are in good condition and securely connected. If you plan on staying at Sunrise River RV Park, you’ll appreciate having a fully functional water system for showers and kitchen use. Additionally, consider investing in a water pressure regulator to prevent high-pressure water at certain campsites from damaging your RV’s plumbing.

6. Keep Your HVAC System Clean

The summer heat in Georgia can be intense, making your RV’s HVAC system essential for comfort. Clean the filters regularly and ensure that the air conditioning unit is functioning properly. If you're visiting Crawfordville during the warmer months, you’ll want to stay cool and comfortable after a day of exploring. Routine maintenance of your HVAC system will keep you and your family comfortable throughout your journey.

7. Stock Up on Essential Supplies

Crawfordville offers natural beauty and serenity, but it’s also essential to be prepared for any situation. Ensure you have a well-stocked toolkit that includes wrenches, screwdrivers, pliers, and any other tools specific to your RV model. Carry spare fuses, bulbs, and essential fluids like oil, coolant, and windshield washer fluid. Being prepared will ensure that minor issues don’t escalate into significant problems, allowing you to enjoy your stay at any RV park near Augusta, GA, or beyond.

8. Plan for Waste Disposal

Responsible waste management is vital for the environment and the longevity of your RV’s sanitation system. Before arriving at Sunrise River RV Park, familiarize yourself with the park's waste disposal facilities. Ensure that your black and gray water tanks are emptied and clean. Carry appropriate chemicals to treat your tanks, reducing odors and buildup. Keeping your waste management system in top shape ensures a pleasant experience for you and your fellow campers.

9. Check Your Propane System

Propane is essential for cooking, heating, and refrigeration in many RVs. Before embarking on your journey through Georgia, inspect your propane tanks and lines for leaks. Make sure your tanks are securely mounted and that your regulator is functioning correctly. It’s also wise to keep a carbon monoxide detector in your RV for safety. Regularly inspecting your propane system will allow you to enjoy meals and hot showers without worry during your stay.

10. Protect Against Pests

Crawfordville, with its lush landscapes and natural beauty, can also be a haven for insects and small animals. To protect your RV from unwanted guests, seal any gaps or cracks where pests might enter. Regularly clean your RV’s interior, removing food crumbs and trash that could attract pests. If you’re staying at Sunrise River RV Park, you’ll want to focus on the natural beauty of the area, not on dealing with ants or mice inside your RV!

11. Keep Your RV Clean

Traveling through Georgia can expose your RV to dust, dirt, and debris. Regularly wash your RV to maintain its appearance and protect its exterior from damage. Pay special attention to the undercarriage, especially after traveling on dirt roads or through muddy areas. Cleaning your RV not only keeps it looking good but also helps prevent rust and corrosion, ensuring it stays in excellent condition for years to come.

12. Stay Informed About Local Road Conditions

As you travel through Georgia, staying informed about local road conditions can help you avoid unexpected delays or hazards. Check weather forecasts and road reports, especially during the rainy season, when roads can become slick or flooded. Knowing the conditions ahead of time allows you to plan your route and adjust your driving to ensure a safe journey to Sunrise River RV Park or any other destination in the area.

Conclusion

Maintaining your RV is essential to ensure a safe, comfortable, and enjoyable journey through Crawfordville and the surrounding areas of Georgia. Whether you’re heading to Sunrise River RV Park or exploring RV parks near Augusta, GA, following these maintenance tips will keep your RV in top condition, allowing you to focus on the adventure ahead.

From regular tire checks to ensuring your water and electrical systems are functioning properly, taking the time to maintain your RV will enhance your travel experience. By being proactive with your maintenance routine, you can enjoy the natural beauty and serene landscapes of Crawfordville, Georgia, without worry. Safe travels!