A long and interesting day...
Trip Start Jan 09, 2012
100Trip End Jun 04, 2012
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Anyway...I left Metro Park at about nine in the morning and headed south to Goodyear to get the repair on Shorty re-repaired by RV Master Techs there. The original guy had re-attached the rear support on th awning but, as I noticed a couple of weeks later, ran the lag bolts through the wall and into the bedroom about 3/4 of an inch. This was about two months ago. Not to worry, Jason, the Service Manager, asked me to bring it in when I could and they would make good on the mistake. The trip was only about a half an hour and traffic was light. I met Eric, the owner, who was very apologetic about the situation. After they looked at it and were trying to figure out an appropriate repair for a while, I suggest that they just re-attach it with the proper fasteners and put a battery-powered LED light to cover the spot
Eric asked if I would be interested in having them wash and wax the coach at their expense. Being a Scot, by heritage and inclination, I agreed. I left the coach and went shopping. Even without Lynn, I know what to do in times of stress...just sayin'.
I went, where else?, to Costco. I have been looking for a decent lounge-type chair to use outdoors when I want to catch some sun and to relax after a hard day of retirement. I found one, but it was a bit too heavy and cumbersome for my liking. I bagged the idea and instead, bought a large towel which I can use on the picnic table to catch rays, if I'm so inclined. So to speak... Since it was near lunch time, I talked myself into having a chocolate-covered, almond-encrusted ice cream bar. Holy cow, what a treat! I actually had to request a spoon along with it, so as not to waste a tiny morsel of this frozen nectar of the gods of the north country. No drama there, eh? I also picked up a case of diet Pepsi for the road, to balance off the calories in the nectar-thing.
When I returned to RV Mastertech, they hadn't finished with the waxing, so I retired to the waiting room
When the waxers were finished, I went to get Sooby to hook him up. I noticed that the thermometer on his dash was reading 98 degrees. I could feel the heat, but didn't realize it had gotten so "toasty", as my beloved Lynn would say.
When Jason gave me the invoice I didn't even look it over, but hit the road for the drive here. Later, I did and noticed that they did the repair, oil and lube and the wash and wax, all at NO charge. I was amazed and send an email to Jason to make sure that there was indeed no cost to me. I find that if I treat folks right, that it comes back in spades, as the old saying goes. Shorty, by the way, looks better than ever. Even his smile looks more authentic. See the pictures...
The trip to McDowell was a bit wild. The traffic had appeared in all it's glory. I had to take I-10 east through Phoenix, apparently at a bad time. One of the six lanes was closed up a ahead of the crowd. In order to "absorb" those cars, it took over two miles of s l o w moving just to get by the construction that had caused the situation. Man oh man did it feel good to get back up to speed! It still took about an hour and a half to reach Fountain Hills and on to the park.
There is no true entry center here, so, in order to find my pre-paid site, I just had to drive around. There are no actual guides to the site numbers either. I was saved by camp host who led me to site 79, where I now sit in the dark and quiet of the desert and type this.
The sunset was a modest one tonight. I sat outside later and found Venus with the aid of my Smart(er) (Than I am) phone. It could have been extremely quiet, but a few, high-pitch voices pierced the air, nearby. Coyotes? Coyoats? No...females of the two-legged variety... One's voice surely does carry here in quietude.
That's about it for today. Gracias for stopping by...