North Carolina: As Steve’s family exited our coach, we followed behind them. I shut the door as we filed out. We waved goodbye as they drove away. Attempting to reenter our motorhome, we discovered the door was locked. It shouldn’t have been but it was. All we needed to get back in was the key, but both sets of keys were locked inside. As we struggled to find a way inside, the sun went down and the moon appeared in the sky.
You just heard the awful part of this story. The encouraging part was this: I went to the door of our neighbor, who had arrived only a few hours earlier. I knocked, he opened the door, and I explained our dilemma. He immediately joined us in our efforts to get into the coach. Not only were our keys locked inside, our phones were there also. We were technologically helpless. Our neighbor’s wife googled locksmiths for us, one after another but without success.
As time went by, other campers came to our aid. At any one time approximately six or seven RVers were engaged in solving our problem. Someone suggested AAA might be willing to help. We were members, so my neighbor allowed me to use her phone to reach them. This might have brought us to a conclusion, but not without a locksmith charge, because our keys were located within the cabin and not in the cockpit area. Keys in the cockpit area would have meant that our trauma was covered. At this point any locksmith would have been better than none.
While waiting for the AAA locksmith to call back to conclude arrangements, the manager of the park arrived. A young man had left the scene on his bicycle to locate this person. The office was closed, so he was found by this young man somewhere else. Confidently the manager approached our busy helpers. A few minutes later we were back into our coach! Ah. What a great support group came around us and stayed with us until our mission was accomplished!