It's here, Jeff.
Power went out last night (while I was watching episode one of the old Brideshead, mind you).
I woke up to an impending flood, as water was pouring into the back patio from the alley. I got drenched to the bone shoveling gravel to divert the rain. Ugh.
Then we've got something in common. Last evening I got drenched, at least to my underwear if not to the bone, coming home from the legacy fund board of directors' meeting. Serves me right for wearing underwear.
Anyway, it was raining hard when I left the meeting, and about halfway home there was this ominous pause in the rain. The fund secretary, who was walking with me, said, "Oh, the rain is stopping!" I said, "Maybe it's just getting ready for something worse." It was. Within five minutes or so, the rain and wind let loose such that it was like getting hit with a blast from a fire hose. I took refuge under the awning of my old building until the hail stopped. ...
When I got back to my place, I stripped off my wet clothes just inside my front door. I was putting my clothes in the dryer when the fire alarm went off.
I told myself, "This is a false alarm, the rain probably shorted something out in the garage," so I took my time, dried off, put on dry clothes, then went out into the fire tower--taking a book with me. I was out there for close to half an hour.
It was not a pleasant evening.
Oh, yes. You should search on eBay. I believe I've seen a replacement for your Big Jim camper--if you need to replace it.