After a full day of exploring, when I made it back to my Airstream, I noticed it seemed a little chilly inside. Everything was set as usual, but the air coming out of the heater felt cold. I changed the modes on the thermostat, I even reset it a couple of times, but nothing solved the problem. I tested my stovetop to see if it would work—no luck. “Could I have run out of propane?” I thought. I went outside with my flashlight and checked my regulator, where both indicators showed green.
I prayed that it was some other issue. It was too late in the day to refill my propane tanks, and if I had run out of propane, I’d have a long, cold night ahead of me. I launched into another round of resetting the thermostat and toggling modes, one more last-ditch attempt, praying that the propane would miraculously kick in. At this point, my frustration should have been enough to keep me warm, but I was freezing, and I realized I had to make the most of the situation. I bundled up in layers of clothing, including a thick flannel, and curled under my comforter. Shivering in the cold, I thought to myself, “I’m never going to run out of propane again.”
I made it through the night and counted down the hours until the earliest-opening business with propane services unlocked their doors. Fifty dollars later, I had two full tanks of propane, and I was so grateful for the warmth that I cranked the heat to 70 degrees. In an apartment, I had taken heating and cooling for granted—but now that I live in an RV, I’m fully aware of it at all times.