It went on for two weeks, starting about the time I arrived at the Rubber Tramp Rendezvous. Sometimes it would go away for a while, only to return.
With my hearing being what it is, I have a hard time locating sounds. It's extra difficult when there are also the normal sounds of driving. I was pretty certain, though, that it was on the right side of the van, about half way back. But was it near the floor or the ceiling? I was going to have Lou ride with me and try to locate the sound. We never got around to it, though.
Today was the last day of the RTR. "We'll try to find the noise after we get to our next camp," I thought. I packed away the awning, table, chairs and everything else, and drove off.
"No noise, yet," I thought as I drove through the camp and turned onto the dirt access road.
No noise at all by the time I got to the end of the access road.
No noise while on the bumpy pavement.
"What has changed since the last time it made the sound?" I contemplated it on the way to Yuma.
Ah-ha! The folding chair is back in its storage spot. The noise was bungee cords nocking against the steel cabinet.