5/2/2019 Oh, Woe is Us (Engine Woes, That Is)!

I will go ahead and apologize right now. If you do not own a Cummins diesel engine, this will be about as boring as a blog post can be, unless you want to laugh along with us since that is about all we can do at this point without going batshit crazy. For you Cummins engine owners, you may want to continue the read. We have the Cummins ISL-9 RV motor which utilizes what are called wet cylinders where the coolant direct contacts with the cylinder liners.

The short version for background: We are full-time RVers. We have had Rosie (the MH) in to Cummins & Freightliner shops 7 times scattered over the past 5 years for infrequent bouts of all the warning lights and sirens going off while cruising the highways, lasting anywhere from 30 seconds to 90 minutes. The MH operability was never affected, never lost power, lights just going on and off whenever they felt like it. The problem has never been completely remedied, in fact at several of the shops we were sent on our way with just notes made that we were there because they could not duplicate the occurences.

So, on our way to Redding for our supplemental brake system the good ol’ “check engine” icon (not the actual phrase) came on again with a single ping. Based on our history of an inability to trust our warning lights, we finished the 200+ mile drive to Redding. All Wheel Alignment completed our brake system and had the equipment to hook us up and do the diagnostics on the check engine light. They found our crankcase filter was clogged and replaced it to the tune of $800. 

So, S/B we were, heading towards I-15 through Lost Wages, NV. Well I’ll be, now our “check engine” icon & phrase popped up again. But this time it was accompanied by the “coolant-low level” phrase. “$%#&*@{ !!!!!!” I said to Jeanne. Against my better judgement, I continued and limped Rosie into the Bakersfield Cummins Service Center. At that point, we still had about 30 days left on our original Cummins engine 5-year warranty. The nightmare begins.

We stayed in our home in the Bakersfield Cummins lot with W/E until they took it into the bay for diagnosis. Their insurance does not allow folks to remain inside their rigs while inside the shop, so we grabbed limited clothing for what we thought should be a short motel stay.

Me and Murphy have become inseparable, I cannot evade his laws. If you’ve never been to Bakersfield, CA, I will tell you it is truly a very large shit hole. If the Earth had hemmorhoids they would be called “Bakersfield”. Our first night in the hotel (a Marriott’s outfit) we got woke by the desk informing me I had to step outside in the parking lot because some POS tried to steal my bicycle which was locked to the rack on the back of the Jeep. It seems the POS cut my cables, effectively ruining the $600 Thule bicycle rack, then tried to ride off into the night. The hotel security guard saw the theft in progress and chased shithead down with a vehicle and rammed him, destroying my back wheel, knocking said shithead to the pavement where he got up and foot bailed out of sight. $655 + $125 later we were back up in business with a new bike rack and rear wheel, with a renewed INTENSE hatred for thieves and predators.

Jerry, the service manager at the Cummins, called us and said they pulled our #2 cylinder liner and found liner pitting and rust. He then dropped the hammer —- without knowing our maintenance history, he said this issue was not going to be covered by Cummins’ engine warranty due to “lack of proper maintenance by the owner”. At that time he gave us a 2-3 week estimate to finish the repairs, telling us they had “regular customers” to tend to besides us. We made a mad dash back to the MH to empty the fridge and get ready to relocate to Jeanne’s brother David’s house in Anderson, CA, 7 hours north in the Redding area. While in the MH, we found a nice chip in the tile covering the access hatch to the engine. It appeared the tech tried to pry up the hatch from the wrong side, causing the chip. On our way out I asked Jerry about the chipped tile and what they were going to do to repair it. He said they would not cover the damage they did to the tile, blaming it on Tiffin Motorhomes for their “faulty” design of the access hatch. He said I was not the only one with this issue, it happened often and their techs are very careful in and around motorhomes.  

We told him we were going to take our issues to Cummins corporate, including our appeal to his decision to deny our warranty claim, and he cheerfully encouraged us to do so. Jerry then said there “may” be a day or two delay in beginning the repairs until he heard from corporate regarding the warranty claim. He explained that if the warranty was granted, Bakersfield Cummins would “only do a minimal repair vs. an over-repair” on our rig.  This gave us pause, our impression from Jerry was that they would repair the one pitted liner and patch us up, send us on our way.  I gave Jeanne an in-depth lesson in 4-letter vocabulary all the way to Redding.

Let the confusion begin. The Cummins owner’s manual absolutely does say the coolant concentration/SCA  “must be checked every six months”. We have not had that done every six months. Neither Jeanne nor I are mechanics or mechanically inclined. When we purchased the Phaeton in 2014 I sifted through the voluminous paperwork/owner’s manuals, trying to learn and make sense of things, but I will say it was a bit confusing for me. The maintenance recommendations began at the break-in first 6,000 miles. We used Freightliner affiliate Bay Diesel in Red Bay, AL, and I spoke with the mechanic about routine maintenance. He said they recommend maintenance at least annually or every 8,000-10,000 miles.  Since then we have taken Rosie to Freightliner or Cummins exclusively for maintenance and every year without fail. 

We started out with what Cummins calls their Customer Advocacy Leader, John. We explained our situation and he wanted all of our maintenance service invoices. Since we left all paperwork inside Rosie, we had to try to recall all the Freightliner and Cummins shops we’ve been to, then called and had copies of invoices emailed to us where we  forwarded them to John. He then referred them to the engineers for review.  He also said they would approve the repair of the chipped tile previously mentioned. John later emailed to advise Cummins denied our warranty claim, standing firm on our lack of proof of getting the antifreeze concentration and SCA (supplemental coolant additive) checked “every 6 months and 15,000 miles”. I guess every 12 months and 10,000 miles is not good enough, obviously. In all of our annual services there was never a mention of problems related to possible liner-pitting. And make no mistake, liner-pitting is a huge problem for motors with wet cylinders. None of our service mechanics even ever broached the subject, giving a helpful hint, nothing. With this last rejection, Jeanne started calling several randomly selected Freightliner and Cummins service centers scattered across the country, speaking with their service department personnel. She specifically asked each what is the recommended service interval for checking the coolant concentration/SCA levels and without exception each one stated annually and that it was done routinely with the maintenance service. This is contradictory to Cummins owner’s manual. We also found a Cummins Service Bulletin that said the coolant concentration/SCA testing every 6 months was “recommended”, not required.

We were not satisfied with John’s final decision. Jeanne telephoned Cummins corporate office and spoke with the phone person. She requested to be transferred to a manager and the phone person refused to transfer the call. Jeanne gave the phone person full recap of our situation and was responded to with the insinuation that she was being untruthful about conversations with various Freightliner and Cummins shops, “…if you even made those phone calls…” . No resolution with that one, as you can imagine. Next stop for me was the Tiffin RV Network forum on Cummins engines where I posted a Reader’s Digest version of this disaster as a sort of PSA for Cummins owners. That seems to have stirred the hornet’s nest, at last count I think there were about 90 responses and 2,000+ views, many with very interesting information regarding possible causes of liner-pitting. We also called The Man himself, Bob Tiffin, to see if he had any inside contacts at Cummins corporate management. We gave him a short version of our nightmare and he said he would talk with his Cummins sales rep and see what he could do. 

In the meantime, we telephoned Jerry at Bakersfield Cummins to confirm the repairs were under way. We also made sure to request they check all 6 liners for pitting (what I like to refer to as the “over-repair” version Jerry previously mentioned), not just #2. Good thing I did that, all 6 liners had pitting. With the warranty claim still denied, I penned a letter to Rich Freeland, COO of Cummins, Inc. expressing our dissatisfaction with Cummins and the Bakersfield Cummins Service Center.

In all of our on-going research into causes of liner-pitting, we have learned there are many reasons besides “lack of proper maintenance”. Things such as faulty ground, electrolysis caused by static electricity in the coolant system, loose liner fitting, stuck thermostat, and mixing incompatable coolants are forefront. We have no idea if any of the service centers, particularly Bakersfield Cummins, have tested for any of those reasons for pitting.

Time to fast-forward. With our dispute still alive but hanging by a very thin thread, we got a finish date from Jerry in Bakersfield. 4 full weeks in the shop while we were displaced from our home. No sense of urgency or even continuity on Bakersfield Cummins’ part. We returned to Bakersfield after 3 weeks of mooching off Jeanne’s very patient, Saint of a brother, Dave and his son Alex. We overnighted inside our home at the Cummins lot until morning to settle the bill, our burden still to this point. Jerry showed me the 6 liners they removed/replaced and I took photos of the damage. With all we had learned about coolants and maintenance, all of which we relayed to Jerry (particularly the manual’s “must” requirement for testing coolant concentration every 6 months) we were somewhat taken aback when we asked Jerry what Bakersfield Cummins recommends for service intervals for testing coolant concentrations. He responded with the unanimous consensus of all the other Freightliner and Cummins service personnel, annually. 

When it came time to settle up, I had a series of questions I wanted answered regarding coolants, test strips, and general maintenance inquiries. As I was paying the $8,300+ bill I started to ask Jerry my first question. He abruptly stopped me and said my wife had mentioned talking to an attorney about lemon laws and such. Jerry refused to answer any of my questions that were not related to the actual work they did, saying everything from that point had to be submitted in writing. I paid the bill and left a real happy camper (sarcasm inserted here).

It seems I could not escape California, particularly Bakersfield, fast enough. It was hold our breath time as we headed over the Tehachapi Pass on Hwy. 58, staring at the instrument warning light panel and temperature gauge all the way. Got to the top, smooth sailing, Rosie purring like a champ. We caught I-15 in Barstow and settled in for the last leg to Vegas. @%#$^&*, as we got near Primm, NV, up pops my friend, check enging icon (not the phrase). But as a special added bonus, my temperature gauge started fluctuating slowly between one quarter to just over one half, which it has never done before. It never got to the red zone, but I pulled over to a rest area and we called Bakersfield Cummins. I spoke with the service department (not Jerry) and advised her what happened, we were about 60 miles from the nearest Cummins Service Center in No. Las Vegas. She made sure to stress that if this problem was shown to be related to just the work they performed, they would take care of it, but if not I was responsible for any repairs. Gee, I never would have thought of that, but seeing they just basically rebuilt my engine and tore apart the entire cooling system, coupled with the fact this new issue involved my coolant system temps, I thought it should have gone without saying. I chose to limp Rosie on into Vegas, staring at mirrors for smoke and temp gauge for red zone violations the whole way. Before we got there Jerry at Bakersfield called Jeanne back and again started in with the “if it is related to what we just did… otherwise it is your responsiblity” spiel. Jeanne got frustrated and ended up hanging up on Jerry.

We made it to the No. Las Vegas Cummins Service Center. We again overnighted in their lot with E hookups, they were able to get us in the following morning. During the rest of the day we continued to inspect the interior and exterior of Rosie for damages. Jeanne was flustered by the amount of grease smudges left inside, she dang near used a whole box of wipes to clean the vertical hand rail next to the door. She also found a couple of nasty scuff marks on our Flexsteel couch where the tech(s) evidently squeezed through the living area and scraped the corners of the sofa, only expanding the bedroom slide-outs to access the rear bathroom. 

The next day we got in at 0700 on the button for diagnostics. Let me tell you, Clinton Shepherd, the Service Adviser at No. Vegas Cummins, was night and day different from Jerry in Bakersfield. Clinton actually possesses a high level of customer service skills. They got Rosie right in and plugged her in for diagnostics. No problems with excessive temperatures, but they found what is called our SCR Catalyst failed. I’m guessing that is the diesel version of some sort of catalytic converter. He said that repair could run upwards to about $16,000. But God is taking pity on us this go-around. Clinton said Cummins has what is called a Temporary Repair Practice regarding this issue. The TRP is not a campaign (Cummins’ term for a recall), but nevertheless is a warrantable repair. So yippee kayay, I don’t have to go sell my body parts and blood for this one.

While waiting in the lounge, I sent John the Advocacy Leader more information regarding Rosie’s history for their further review, seemingly a last ditch effort to save our request for warranty coverage. Jeanne also sent photos of the couch scuffs with her complaint. As of now we still wait for the final warranty claim decision, but not holding my breath for a favorable outcome. John did return an email with their offer to pay for upholstery cleaning or 50% pay for re-upholstery (both direct pay to the provider, not us). Unfortunately, Flexsteel has discontinued our upholstery material. He also offered $500 credit toward our next maintenance service on Rosie at Cummins, “as an act of goodwill for you given your frustration with the entire process…”.

So, final act. Here we sit at the Boulder City Elks Lodge, waiting for the SCR catalyst parts to arrive (1-4 day estimate). Clinton said it would be a full day needed for the repair and reprogramming of all the computer crap involved in these systems. But hey, we should be driving off knowing we basically have a new engine starting from square one. But research continues, trying to save that warranty claim. Time will tell…in the meantime I will close out with a few photos of happier times during this Cummins disaster. Pardon me if they turn out sideways or upside down or without caption. I am still fired up over WordPress and their extremely un-user-friendly media system for these blogs. They were edited for proper aspect and captioning, but don’t show in my edit mode. Until next post…

3/7/2019 Countdown to Alaska Launch

We left SoCal and headed back up to the central coast for a couple of days more with Little Miss Hailey and Little Miss Ellie (& their mommy and daddy, of course), before making our way back to Sonoma County for hopefully my final bout with the surgeon’s knife. The whole family loaded up and we headed to Montana de Oro beach on a nice sunny day. We found a nice little protected cove/beach where Little Miss Hailey could romp at the water’s edge and even explore a small cave that can only be accessed by a lower tide. 

The days seem to fly right on by. After a couple of days visit it was northbound for us, back to the Petaluma Elks Lodge. In the middle of doctor appointments & procedures, we got to go watch Maximus the Gladiator play in his basketball league. That certainly provides welcome relief from the medical stuff, none of which I consider Earth shattering. The first procedure was to have some benign skin growths whacked off my back, stung like a #%$&@#*! 

We kinda split our stay due to the spread out nature of appointments, so after a week we relocated to the Napa Elks Lodge for about 10 days stay. Being former longtime Sonoma County residents, it is surprising how much “local flavor” we never really took in while there. We wandered around all over Napa and discovered little gems here and there. We found and dined at the Stone Brewery, maker of the Arrogant Bastard Ale. It is a little stone building perched above the Napa River with pretty good pub fare.  Just around the corner we found the Oxbow Public Market. That is an indoor marketplace with all kinds of offerings, including the Fieldworks Brewing Co. I just couldn’t help myself, had to try their Black Ships Imperial Coffee Stout, a 9.7% ABV nectar of the gods! We wandered the market, tasting olive oils, watching the folks wolf down oysters at the oyster bar, all high and dry whilst the rain did come down in sheets outside. Actually while we were in the area this time around the local rivers flooded, including the Russian River which would seriously flood in another couple of weeks, cutting the Russian River Communities off from the outside world yet once again. I worked my share of rescues during Russian River floods over the past 37 years, I felt for the current crews doing as much. We were graced with a visit by Jenn and Max and we took them on a stroll through the historic downtown area. Jenn got a big kick out of olive oil tasting at the Napa Valley Olive Oil Co. at the visitor’s center.

Jelly Belly jelly bean company has their factory over in Fairfield, about 15 miles from Napa. With Max and Jenn in tow, we did another rainy day trip over to the factory and took the self guided tour. That is quite the outfit, if you are ever in the area it is worth a visit. President Reagan put it on the map due to his affinity for the sweet snack. They actually provided his White House with jelly beans & jars with the Presidential seal so he could gift them out to dignitaries. 

Finished in Napa, we headed back to Petaluma Elks Lodge for my grand finale surgery. I’ve had a hiatal hernia for quite a long time that we decided to take care of with something called a Robotic Nissen Fundoplication. Fancy words for an octopus robot going in and tying part of my upper stomach around my esophogus and suturing in place. I came out looking like I was on the losing end of a knife fight. It was just an overnighter, and afterwards we decided to take Max out to the Epi Center, a local indoor soccer venue and arcade. Life is good.

Well, we are winding down this visit, preparing for another run up to Redding where I have an appointment to finally get a supplemental brake system installed for the bus/Jeep tandem. I’m sure I have been running less than legal in several states without it for the past 5 years, but hey, better late than never. Besides, the Jeep is over 4,000 lbs. and in Canada that puts the brake system in the “required” category. So, until next post…

1/25/2019 A Stint in SoCal

We left Coarsegold and headed back toward the ocean. Our first stop was at the Oceano Elks Lodge. The Elks are located basically at the gate to the Pismo/Oceano Dunes. We could not have asked for a better location, having the ability to access the beach either by Jeep or by foot. We were able to let Woody take us on a long beach walk, as well as Jeanne getting her opportunity to stretch her 4-wheelin’ wings at the Dunes. We also enjoyed a couple Kentucky Mules while taking in one of Kalifornia’s classic sunsets. After a quick couple of days it was southbound and down.

A mere 3 hours drive south brought us to the Simi Valley Elks Lodge for a few more days stay while we visited Ronald Reagan’s Presidential Library. That puts us down to 4 more libraries left for us to visit; Herbert Hoover, FDR, Harry Truman, and Dwight Eisenhower’s. So far, in our humble opinion, Reagan’s library is the nicest we’ve been to. Unfortunately, they do not allow flash photography inside the facility, so most of my pix turned out to be crap.

Hell, since we were in the heart of the beast, we just HAD to cruise over to Santa Monica and the Pier. We let Woody take us on a walk along the boardwalk down to Venice Beach and back to the pier, viewing all the freakazoids on parade. 

Our last big outing we left Woodrow Wilson in charge of the bus and we went to Malibu to cruise that pier. On our way back we just HAD to inspect a couple of the local breweries; Figueroa Mountain Brewery and Ladyface Alehouse Companie. At Figueroa I tried their Stagecoach Stout and their 8th Anniversary Barleywine, both OK but not outstanding. At Ladyface they had Picture City Porter, Trois Filles Tripel (Belgian Tripel), and Dreamer-9th Anniversary Ale (a Barleywine). The porter was again, OK, but none were outstanding.

In all of our walking around and driving around Simi Valley, I never knew the area to be big time involved in the movie studio business, but found out it is. And the Elks Lodge is located just a few miles from the old Spahn Ranch, former home/hideout of Charles Manson and his gang of miscreants. Spahn Movie Ranch has been absorbed by the Santa Susana Pass State Historic Park, and its website said it was shut down for damage clean up and whatnot. Cest la vie…

Well, this is the way I like my posts, short and sweet. We’re back on the road again tomorrow…Until next post…

1/14/2019 Babysitting Done, Time to Get Ready to Travel

Editor’s note: (Hah! Yeah, like I’m some big shot, highly educated writer) I am not sure how much longer I can tolerate “updates”/”improvements”/or any other euphamism for making something supposed to be simple and user friendly to more confusing, difficult, and very NOT user friendly. The rocket scientists at WordPress continue to “update” their product; those updates making user life miserable for us who are admittedly technologically challenged. I am going to keep fumbling along as long as I can handle it, but just be aware the end may be nigh, thanks to WordPress. This current post is my first with their last change in format. It took me over 4 hours to get it done, most of the problem being with manipulating the media (photos) inserts. The new “block” format is clumsy at best for incompetents like myself. I hope none of my photos turn out sideways and my one panoramic photo turns out. So, here goes… 

We left Sonoma County and decided to ditch the usual route through the East Bay/Oakland/San Jose area. Instead, we headed east to Lodi, then chose to stay at the Lodi Elks Lodge for a few days. We scouted out the Lodi area, checked out the Lodi Beer Co. brewery, then ventured into Folsom for some shopping and an obligatory stop for lunch and “sodas” at Out of Bounds Brewing Co. Call me goofy, but I am starting to take a liking to barleywine style beers. OB had one called  Hurly Burly, a port wine barrel-aged barleywine (12.6% ABV whewwwww!).

Next stop was back to Atascadero for the month of December to do some grandbaby-sitting. We started off with our allotted week’s worth of time at the Atascadero Elks Lodge, but needed to find something longer term. The Sun Resorts triad of parks in Paso Robles are all very nice to stay at, but like most Sun Resorts are very pricy. We have stayed at all 3, The Vines RV Resort, Wine Country RV Resort, and one of the crown jewels and newest of the whole Sun Resorts system – Cava Robles RV Resort. We just did not want to pay $65 to over $100 per night depending on resort and site type. We had seen the Paso Robles RV Ranch in visits past just off Hwy. 101 and Jeanne gave them a call. We were surprised they maintained reasonable rates so we got hooked up for a month’s stay ($900 which worked out to $29 per night). Once we got to “the ranch”, it turned out to be a really nice park, even with the long term residents present.

Then, it was time to settle in with Little Miss Hailey and Little Miss Ellie.  “Christmas For Atascadero” is a yearly event in downtown Atascadero. The town brings in loads of “snow” and sets up a couple of areas, one for the older kids to sled down and one for the wee ones to frolick in and toss snowballs. They have food booths, vendors of “stuff”, and bounce houses for the kids. Chad & Crissy loaded up Hailey and Ellie and we accompanied them to the event. Ellie is a bit too young to be able to enjoy the full effect of the celebration, but Hailey certainly had fun in the snow and the bounce houses.

Atascadero surely comes alive during the holidays. The Charles Paddock Zoo puts on a seasonal event called, go figure, “Zoo Holiday Magic”. Hailey & Ellie got to enjoy a Christmas themed visit to the zoo and a visit with Santa himself.

For Christmas, Jenn and Max traveled to Atascadero from Santa Rosa to join in the family festivities at her brother Chad’s house. We had a very enjoyable family Christmas, we hope you all had the same.

Jeanne & I took a bit of time for ourselves and revisited Bishop’s Peak. It is a fairly steep 2 hour hike (with Woody our dog trailblazing the way) to the top, with a good view all the way out to the ocean on a clear day. It was fairly clear for us, we could see ocean.

Jeanne wanted to give Hailey some “special time” and found the Pismo State Beach Butterfly Grove. We took Hailey and Woody to the grove and besides the Monarch butterflies, Hailey got to see her first coyote up close. Then we chowed down at Hoagies Grill in Pismo Beach, from the size of the crowd an apparent locals favorite.

Our duties completed, it was time to say bye-bye and head for our next stop, Coarsegold, for Jeanne’s mom Yvonne’s birthday. We spent quite a few days there, celebrating by going into town (Fresno) and putzing around, taking a country drive to Mariposa on Hwy. 49, and generally just having a nice visit with Yvonne and Fred. We started out mooch-docking at Fred’s daughter’s vacation home (as we did before), but have since moved over to the SKP park here in Coarsegold—Park Sierrra. There we had FHU’s for badly needed laundry duties and a 50A power supply to be able to run heaters without the generator (it’s been in the 30’s at night). Thankfully, it’s only cold here, no snow…yet.

That catches us up for now. Until next post…

I have to apologize to all of my family and friends who show interest in our world travels through reading of our blog. Unfortunately, in the infinite wisdom of the folks at WordPress, they continue to “improve”/”upgrade” or whatever euphamism you wish to assign to a process of making something that should be simple and user friendly into a highly technical, complicated MESS! I am really technologically challenged and this latest change WordPress has made to their system threw me over the top. We are going to cancel our WordPress account and spend that money on something far more enjoyable, maybe like getting a root canal at the dentist. We will resolve ourselves to posting pix and location updates on the usual array of social media programs. (Editor’s note: As of 10/24/2022, I have buckled and kept the account going, so slog along I will for who knows how long…)

11/16/2018 Well, Smoky Skies is the New Norm, I Guess…

Work finished on Rosie, it was back on the road to visit the kids and grandkids in Kalifornia and get some medical visits out of the way. Our first stop  was in the megalopolis of Sutherlin, OR. We made a return trip to the Escapee park there, the Timber Valley SKP Park for a couple of days. This is a fairly nice park as far as Escapee RV Club parks goes; spacious sites, nice dry-camping sites also available, lots of wild critters to see, and what I call “SKP Reasonable” as far as nightly rates go ($22 per night). I don’t know how I managed to do it but I found my cousin Mike and his wife Cherie, whom we have not seen in over 30 YEARS(!) or so. We got to have a very enjoyable “catch up” visit with them during our stop here.

Jeanne’s brother Dwayne and his wife Shelly have been on “piglet watch” of late, their pet pig Penelope about ready to pop. So our next stop was a 4 day layover at the Red Bluff (CA) Elks Lodge in the hopes we could be there for their “blessed event”. But alas, it was not to be during our stay. We still had nice visits with Jeanne’s brothers, Dwayne and David & families.

Our trek continued southbound, our next destination Coarsegold, CA and a visit with Jeanne’s mom Yvonne and her boyfriend, Fred. Fred was generous to allow us to once again mooch-dock at his daughter’s vacation home just across the street from his house. Besides being a nice visit, we managed to turn Yvonne onto the TV series “Suits” (I think it was a USA network series) through Amazon Prime. Now she is addicted… (It is a great show, once you start, it is hard not to binge watch…).

Then it was back to Atascadero to see our son Chad, wife Crissy and our granddaughters Little Miss Hailey and Little Miss Ellie. We split our time there between the Atascadero Elks Lodge (1 week limit per month) and the Vines RV Resort up north in Paso Robles. As is one of my favorite things (NOT!) about Kalifornia, the prices of everything continue to climb beyond ridiculous. Not only the $4 +/- per gallon for diesel fuel ($3.75 +/- per gallon for unleaded), but the Vines RV Resort (a SUN Resorts affiliate) upped their cheap sites to $65 per night and the Atascadero Elks is up to $35 per night for a dirt lot with hookups. And don’t get me started on the prices of groceries!

So the Charles Paddock Zoo in Atascadero puts on a yearly event called “Zoo Boo” at Halloween time. The whole family loaded up and took Hailey and Ellie to see Zoo Boo. Hailey had fun playing the games that were scattered around the zoo for non-edible “treats”.

We got the chance to babysit a few days and take Hailey and Ellie to the new playground just installed at Atascadero Lake Park. We also got some adult time in and visited the Barrel House Brewing Co. and Santa Maria Brewing Co. for snacks and tastings. BHBC has live entertainment in their yard where we got to see a guy named Patrick Contreras wail away on a fiddle (OK, v-i-o-l-i-n) while enjoying the best fish tacos I have ever had from Ruddell’s Smokehouse food truck.

The last couple of days we were here turned out to be the beginning of another Kalifornia inferno. The Camp Fire erupted up near Butte County, about 360 miles north of Atascadero. The smoke quickly filled the air as the fire was growing uncontrollably. And if that was not enough, the area of Ventura County to our south also began to burn out of control. These fires raged as we relocated north to Sonoma County for our medical chores and a visit with daughter Jenn, husband Gus, and grandson, Maximus the Gladiator. The smoke filled skies were horrendous, and some news outlets were claiming these skies were the most unhealthy, worldwide. Burning eyes, frequent hacking and sneeze-fests, I believe it! Our home in Sonoma County was the Petaluma Elks Lodge.

While back in this area, we wanted to go by and see the progress on restoration of the Coffey Park area, where our former lifelong home burned down in the big fire of October, 2017. It’s been over a year, but houses are starting to rise from the devastation. 

In between visits and medical appointments, we again found adult time to visit a couple of the local breweries, Russian River Brewing Co. (Windsor) and Henhouse Brewing (Petaluma). Russian River built a huge brewery in Windsor.

Well, that about catches us up to the present. Stay tuned, until the next post…

8/24/2018 Back on the Prowl

Well, I have to say it has been a bit rough for the past 10 months as far as second hand smoke goes. Since we arrived back in Moonbeam’s state last October (when the fires burned down our previous family home), we have pretty much been in constant smoke-filled skies with just a tiny bit of respite here and there. With all the California wildfires scattered statewide, we were unable to escape the smoke. We had very nice family visits and thoroughly enjoyed our kids and grandkids, as well as other family members. But now we’re back on the road. 

We started out with an overnighter at the Merced Elks Lodge. They have a very nice RV lot at a satellite location to their main lodge. We got up the next day and promptly headed into Sacramento and to the Sacramento Truck Center (Freightliner) for the newest recall work on the bus. We overnighted there until our appointment, which took all of about 30 minutes to re-route some hose in the engine that was in jeapordy of burning up at it’s current, original location. Hose moved, we sped north, desperately trying to flee the smoke filled skies. We overnighted in the “hopping” town of Weed, CA, at Friendly RV Park. Smoke was still thick as we continued north on I-5 and into Oregon. We had 4 days to burn until our appointment for our new captain’s chairs at Countryside Interiors in Junction City, so we decided to settle in Junction City at Guaranty RV Park again, relax, get caught up on chores, and even give Rosie (the bus) a bath. Plus, we got a couple of days break from the smoke (but ONLY a couple of days!). We took the opportunity to check out Eugene’s Farmer’s Market. It was quite the hippy-fest. Lots of veggies, tie-dye, jewelry, art and otherwise typical stuff you find at a farmer’s market.

It took all of less than an hour to swap out the captain’s chairs and onward we went. Next stop was Northwest Cummins in beautiful downtown Coburg, OR for the yearly service on Rosie. They have power and water for overnight stays in their lot, very convenient. They found a couple of extra things that needed attention ($2K total, ouch!), then it was road time again. Sisters, OR, was our choice of destination. The Deschutes Nat’l Forest contains an area on Harrington Loop Rd. just off Hwy. 20 south of town and behind the Bend/Sisters RV Resort. There are numerous boondock sites off this dirt road that are big rig friendly to get to and not too forested so as to interfere with our solar panels or satellite TV. We shared the area with about 3 others, scattered far away from each other.

Our first foray was onto Hwy. 242 out of Sisters and up through the lava beds to the McKenzie Pass and eventually to Proxy Falls which has a moderate trail (1.5 miles roundtrip) to the upper and lower falls, and it is dog friendly. This is a fee area (5$) unless you have the N.P Annual Pass, Senior Pass, or Access Pass, whereas it is free. Woody had a fun jaunt along the trail, as did we.

On our way back we stopped at the Dee Wright Observatory, a rock structure built overlooking the  lava beds and viewing all the mountains in the area like the 3 Sisters, Mt. Washington, Black Butte, and others. The only problem was the #&%$@*ing THICK smoke, we could barely see the peak of Mt. Washington.

In keeping with our past practices, we discovered the Bend, OR area hosts an “Ale Trail” which includes 16 breweries in the area. We picked up our Ale Trail passports and for the next couple of days we road tripped around Bend, Redmon, and Sisters hitting up all 16 breweries, tasting at some, eating at others, or just browsing gift shops. I have to say, sampling beers nationwide (the lower 48, anyway), and being a porter/stout fan, my favorite breweries thus far in no particular order are Founders Brewery, Evil Twin Brewery, Omnipollo (noa Pecan Mud), and Firestone Walker Brewing. I am always looking for new favorite breweries, so that hunt continues. Finishing the trail, we collected our prizes at the visitor’s center, 2 silicone pint-sized beer mugs and a couple of bottle openers. 4 days of boondocking in the dirt and trees and we were ready for civilized living and FHU’s.

In the midst of trying to drown our livers in all that beer, we discovered the Smith Rock State Park just north of Redmond. We got up and headed over to the park to give Woody a real test of stamina. We loaded up hiking snacks and water and set out to tame the Misery Trail, about 4-5 miles with a killer uphill approach that circles around the top to Monkey Face, then back down along the Crooked River and back to the start. The park is highly popular with mountain climbers and boasts a thousand climbing faces within the park. Monkey Face is the crowned jewel for mountaineers. We definitely were sucking wind on our ascent…But hey, all three of us survived none the worse for wear. I did suck down a Gatorade in record time when we got back to the Jeep.

So, “in a cloud of dust with a hearty ‘Hi ho, Silver’” we were off eastbound and down to Caldwell, Idaho. We had change of plans (#9,583) and decided to forgo a trip back to South Dakota and instead spend some time in the southern Idaho area, looking for a possible landing zone for when we decide to retire from full timing. We have been on the road for 6 years now, having completed the lower 48, and we still plan on an Alaska run next summer. But we also want to get a head start in searching for a landing zone, since we have the luxury and opportunity to do so.

So, as our time starts in Idaho, I bid you a fond farewell for now, stay tuned until next post…

7/26/2018 Time to Hit the Road Quickly Approaches…

This will be a short one, I’m under orders to keep the voluminous number of granddaughter pictures to a minimum to avoid boring the pants off you readers. Our satellite issues have resolved. Brian (the tech whose name escaped me from the last post) of Coast Satellite swapped out a Winegard Trav’ler for our original Winegard Roadtrip Mission. For Pete’s sake I don’t know why we did not have this done long ago. We have had multiple problems with the Mission since we got the rig. Having to plug and unplug, reboot, restart, and even going as far as popping the SIM card in and out just about every time we moved down the road was most annoying. Since the switch, Trav’ler works like a champ!

On our return stint at Cava Robles RV Resort, we got a nice corner lot near the top of the hill and the office. A quick re-con and we found the second clubhouse, pool, & spa finished, the area they call the Wellness Center. Soon they will be offering massages; now the small gym/fitness center is open for use.  There are now some 230 RV/cabin sites open, numerous others still under construction. Little Miss Hailey got to come stay with Oma and Opa quite a few times and spent many hours in the swimming pool learning to swim. The weekend before the 4th Jeanne’s mom came to visit us from Coarsegold (gateway to Yosemite and just east of Fresno). We had Chad’s family come out for the day to enjoy time with “Gigi”. 

Chad’s family returned for the 4th of July holiday and everybody got wet…the temperatures here in El Paso de Robles have been consistently between 100-110 degrees! We spent most of the day in the pool and ended it with a nice BBQ.

We did find some time to wander for ourselves. We loaded Woodrow Wilson up and took a roadtrip to Santa Barbara. Besides checking out the coast, I wanted to stop off and see the Santa Barbara Elks Lodge RV lot. It supposedly is one where you need reservations and, due to its small size, I can believe that. Unfortunately, the lot is tiny, would be rough maneuvering through in a 40’ bus, and the sites are packed tightly, side to side. I’m afraid I’ll pass on trying to spend any time there. We parked at the Shoreline Park and let Woody take us on a walk along the shore. It was a nice day, temperature-wise, and it would have been nice to be dog-less, so as to walk down by the downtown/pier area. But alas, Woody does not behave well in a crowded pedestrian setting.

One work day we decided to meet Chad for lunch near his work at SLO Brew Rock, a local brewery. This brewpub gets it’s namesake from a large rock formation in it’s front yard. Hailey got to play some of the games in the yard and we had a nice lunch. They have an outstanding brisket but I must say I was not impressed with the beer.

Well, another couple of weeks and we shall be northbound again. We’ll get a recall issue for the bus taken care of at Sacramento Freightliner, then up to the area of Junction City, OR again for our Captain’s chairs on the bus. On to Coburg, OR for our engine service at the Cummins shop there, then onward toward So. Dakota for a change of domicile again. 

I’m not much into following orders any more, so I might as well close out with…PICTURES OF GRANDKIDS!!! Until next post…

6/22/2018 Babysitting and Bus Repairs

We started out with a week back at the Atascadero Elks Lodge RV lot. Our daughter-in-law Crissy was still off work due to her foot injury, and with doctor/PT appointments here and there we got plenty of opportunity to warm up with babysitting duty before she actually has to go back to work. One excursion we took Little Miss Hailey on was to Morro Bay. She got to play in Tidelands Park and we walked the main drag, checking out the shops and restaurants and general sights.

When our week was up at the Elks Lodge, we had reservations for a 28-day stay at the brand-spankin’-new Cava Robles RV Resort, a member of the Sun RV Resorts family, located in Paso Robles. Upon arrival, the resort was about half open, the other half still under construction. But, wow, what a half it was! Judging by the part open for business now, after having been through all the lower 48 states, staying at all forms of RV parks/resorts/lots, this would be one of the top family “destination parks” in my humble opinion. The interior roads are easy to navigate and paved. Our site was a back-in, crushed rock with concrete patio, FHU’s (+cable), fire pit, picnic table, and clear skies for satellite reception. They have a nice dog run area, dog water bowls and clean up stations scattered around the park, playground for the kids, golf cart and bicycle rentals, and a beautiful clubhouse/pool area. The clubhouse has a beer and wine bar, bistro (open on weekends only for now), game room with billiard table, outdoor BBQ and tiled pizza oven (kinda like a wood fired pizza oven, I did not give it a closer look), outdoor games like oversized chess, corn hole, and oversized Jenga. The pool area had a large 3 1/2’ deep wading pool and water fountain play area, with outdoor showers and ample clean restrooms. The resort sponsors free wine tasting by local wineries on Fridays, and musical entertainment on the patio during the weekends. All in all, a very nice place to stay.  They have a 28 day stay limit, so we reserved this stay, we’ll return to the Elks Lodge for a week, then come back here for another 28 day stay. The rate worked out for this first stay at about $34 per night if I am doing my math right, I’m not sure what a normal nightly rate goes for and I never bothered to ask.

With Little Miss Ellie Grace being only 16 weeks old, Little Miss Hailey Marie got the brunt of all the fun activities. She got to go “camping at the bus” and enjoy all the resort had to offer. She was disappointed one very hot day, unable to go swimming because one of the other “campers” went dookie in the pool and it got closed for the day while they did their haz-mat clean-up. Oh, joy…

Hailey got her first bicycle, a glider, and we spent time learning the ins-and-outs of gliding. She also helped her Opa paint rocks. Seems we got involved in a Facebook group, RVers rock!, where folks paint small rocks and hide them all over the country for others to find. A request to post pictures to the FB group is made with each rock, then the finder can either keep the rock or is encouraged to hide it somewhere else. I’ve been scattering rocks from ocean to ocean, however I do avoid hiding them in state or federal parks. The parks folks have complained that leaving painted rocks on park land is akin to vandalism, so they prefer we not do it. Most rocks have a location painted/marked on them so the finder can know how far the rock has traveled. The rocks I find & paint I mark with the city/state where I found them, plus the year. It’s kinda like a new-age treasure hunt. Anyway, Hailey had fun painting rocks with me, I think she got more paint on her than the rocks!

It seems the 4 year curse is upon us, regarding “stuff” breaking down in the bus. As we have arrived in California’s central state area for the beginning of summer, temps are already starting to soar. And wouldn’t you know it, one of the first days of AC and we blow out the rear AC unit, it sounded like a pack of bikers revving them up on our roof and we got a smell of burning plastic. We lucked out, the resort recommended Art’s Mobile RV Repair, and we found them to be OUTSTANDING in customer service and repairs. Emily answered our phone calls and is just about the most pleasant person you will encounter this side of the Mississippi. John, our tech, showed up on time and also very pleasant, considering the job was an outdoor job in triple digit temps. He was quick as well, found the broken plastic piece of $h!+ blower fan wheel, and once the part was available he replaced it, AC back in business. If you are ever in the SLO/Paso Robles area and need a mobile RV service, we highly recommend Art’s Mobile RV Repair at (805) 712-2087.

But we can’t stop there. We’ve been having satellite reception issues for the past 3 months with the roof mounted Winegard  Roadtrip Mission antenna, the dang thing has not been picking up the normal 3 satellite signals, 110, 119, & 129. In fact, more commonly lately it has been zeroing in on satellite 61.5, which DISH tells me is an eastern satellite. So, the Winegard tech support people found Coast Satellite, (805) 461-1522, out of Atascadero for us to try to resolve our issue. Turns out, the antenna was kaput, sooooooo, let me see, where did I put my wallet? At least our extended warranty will cover part of the replacement. The only thing now, once the insurance people finish with the satellite people, we the people have decided to go with the Winegard Trav’ler antenna which Jeanne said gets good reviews and is definitely an upgrade to the Mission. This whole thing is still in the process, but however it goes, Ryan (the owner) has also been OUTSTANDING as far as customer service, just like our service tech (who I must apologize to as his name has slipped my feeble mind). Upon our initial call out, the tech determined the fault to be the antenna within about a half hour, but we were not charged for anything because, his words, “I didn’t fix anything.” To top it off, Ryan does not normally deal with extended warranty people (I don’t blame him, they can be a pain in the @$$ sometimes). When Jeanne did her “damsel-in-distress” thing requesting Ryan try to contact the warranty people, he agreed to try. As of post time we are pending final outcome of the satellite issue. 

Well, that should catch us up for now. Time to get ready for wine tasting by Sculpterra Winery, with some Marin-ite cheese plate snacks by Jeanne, and the “silky smooth sounds” of Andy Scott, all down at the clubhouse with Chad, Crissy, Little Miss Hailey, and Little Miss Ellie. Man, this “not-working-for-a-living” lifestyle is rough. Until next post…

6/5/2018 Clearing the Decks For Our Babysitting Gig

Memorial Weekend turned out to be a bit rough as far as finding an RV spot for the beast, we were running without reservations. So we did the next best thing – imposed ourselves upon kind-hearted relatives. We returned for some more mooch-docking at Jeanne’s brother Dwayne’s house in Cottonwood.

For Memorial Day Jeanne’s other brother Dave joined us as we all went out to the area of Igo and the Northern California Veteran’s Cemetery to visit with Jeanne, Dwayne, & Dave’s stepfather, George. He was a WWII Navy veteran and is laid to rest there in Igo. 

We only spent 2 days at Dwayne’s, then it was time to continue on toward Sonoma County to clean up a couple of doctor appointments before our babysitting gig. We did a short hop and stopped off at the Rolling Hills Casino in Corning to kill one day and get some laundry done, and of course donate to the local economy by way of a little Pai Gow Poker. For all you travelers along the I-5 corridor, this casino is a pretty good stopover spot. The RV lot is paved roads, gravel sites, FHU’s, and right next to the casino. They also have a travel center for laundry, showers, business center (fax, copies, etc.) and a small K9 kennel for doggy day care. $35 per night takes the sting out of having to pay for just overnighting it. The buffet inside the casino is better than most…

The next morning it was southbound and down, back to the Petaluma Elks Lodge for a 5 day stint. Some follow-up doctor appointments finished, it was time to have fun with the Gladiator (our grandson Maximus) and his mom Jenn. First order of business was the Rohnert Park Farmer’s Market. Not a large event, but we got to eat “Fair food”, Max got his face painted, and we listened to the “silky smooth” sounds of a band called “Choppin’ Broccoli”. I guess I’d call them kinda 80’s pop rock. 

We got the opportunity to go to Max’s last Little League game and the ensuing end-of-the-year team party. The last time we were here, we got to see Max’s first game of the season and he has shown great improvement between the two games.

Next stop was the Forestville Youth BBQ, a yearly carnival-like event. The band was called The Interpretations and they did a good job with some  60’s-70’s easy rock. Max ran amok around the rides and games and had a general really good time. The BBQ brisket was not too shabby either…

Fun time done, time to settle down in Atascadero and prepare for babysitting. Until next post…

5/26/2018 Finishing Up in Oregon  (Sort of)

So, to kill a week before heading back to Harrisburg, we decided not to forge ahead into Idaho but to stop short in Salem, OR. The Salem Elks Lodge was our home for a week. The lodge is situated next to the Walter L. Wirth Lake and city park area. We were lucky to find space in the 38 site Elks RV lot, it seems most of the spaces are taken up by permanent residents. And it was further disheartening to discover the magnitude of the homeless population in these parts of Oregon, every corner occupied by homeless with signs trying to tug at the public’s heart strings. The park and lake area we were at contained beat up, broken down RV’s and vehicles parked everywhere, even in the tree lines. It was so unpleasant that Jeanne said she would not take the dog for a walk alone through the area. And as we checked in at the Lodge, we were quickly briefed on the need to keep all our stuff locked up, not exactly what a traveler wants to hear. But we dared fate…

Silver Falls State Park seemed to be calling our names. We learned the big trail did not allow K-9’s, so Woodrow Wilson had to stay back at the bus. The park is a busy one, but for $5 parking (no separate entry fee) it was well worth the effort. We took the Trail of 10 Falls, about an 8 mile trek, and off we went. It was a moderate hike, winding amongst and behind numerous waterfalls, very scenic. In these photos I will try to keep the names of the falls accurate, as best I can.

The Stayton-Jordan covered bridge was close by so we just had to do a drive-by. It was a bridge that burnt down and was re-built in the 90’s.

While in Salem we checked out the Santiam Brewery for lunch and a taste of the local brewfare. A couple of gyros for lunch and wash down with a flight of samplers was just the ticket. They have a Pirate Stout, rum barrel aged with a hint of coconut, and a Russian Imperial Stout named Impersky, bourbon barrel aged, both very tasty!

Next stop was a walkabout with Woody at the Salem Riverfront Park. It was a beautiful day and we tripped for about 2 +/- miles with Woodrow leading the way. 

Time up in Salem, it was a return trip to Harrisburg and Elite Renovations and Repairs. They were able to replace some slide toppers that they had to order in a couple hours, then we hit the road southbound and down. In the blink of an eye we found ourselves back in California, in the area ALL of the locals wish to call the State of Jefferson. They’ve had a movement to try to split away from California and become their own state for several years now. I don’t know if there is much chance of that happening, but I wish them all good luck. Seeing we were on the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, moving along without reservations for where we were going to stay, we found space at the Waiiaka RV Park in Yreka, CA. Actually, for a small town, this park was not bad at all, and very quiet. We’ll see how that lasts tonight, they have what I call the Round-e-Rounds (that would be dirt track racing) across the street from the park. But the plus was the folks here at Waiiaka gave us free passes to said Round-e-Rounds, so we may be able to experience them firsthand, we’ll see.

Checking out the downtown area of the huge city of Yreka, we stumbled upon the Etna Brewing Co. Well twist my arm, will ya? We tried their sampler flight, but I think this was the first brewery that we have encountered nationwide where I did not care much for any of their offerings. However, among the samples, they did include a sample of their non-alcoholic root beer. Holy Cow! That was the best root beer I have ever had!

Next up for us, we had to stop in and explore the big town of Weed, about a 30 mile drive south of Yreka. With all the legalization going on in this part of the country, I figured I could find a cannabis themed shirt or two. I was not disappointed. You will have to keep checking up on this blog if you want to see the shirt designs, I will make sure to post a pic or two. And keeping with my lifestyle of trying to exacerbate my gout at every turn of the screw, we found the Mt. Shasta Brewing Co. in Weed. A stop off there, some short samples of their brews, and I found 2 to my liking, the Shastafarian Porter, and my favorite the Stout of Jefferson. I had to get a growler to go of the Stout of Jefferson so I can tantalize my son Chad’s taste buds when we arrive back in Atascadero in a little over a week. Along the lines of a non-porter or non-stout, they also have a Jalapeno Weed Ale. It was different, I’ll say that. Nice spice, the heat is not bad but does build as time elapses.

Well, we are about ready to head over to Jeanne’s niece’s (Justine) house here in Yreka for a visit, then it will be moving day tomorrow, back to southbound and down. Until next post, thank you to ALL who gave some, and to SOME who gave all, for your service and sacrifice so that we can live in our free society, the United States of America! God Bless America!