9/29/2023 Southwest Shuffling

We were able to wrangle another appointment with a Cummins shop for Rosie’s yearly service, this time at the Odessa, TX shop. We buttoned up the casita and headed out on the road looking for, among other things, a little cooler temps. Our first stop was Odessa for said service. My buddy, Murphy, made his presence known once again. We got in bright and early at Cummins, hoping to be on the road to Lubbock after lunch. Those hopes got dashed quickly. Rosie’s service went swimmingly well. The generator’s service, not so. We had issues with the generator starting and immediately shutting down, I was thinking maybe a clogged fuel filter and the service should have resolved that. Oh, no, not according to Murphy. The culprit was a failed fuel pump on the generator but, hey, let not your heart be troubled, they had the part in stock. Yippee! But the tech found out to be able to access the fuel pump, the generator would have to be dropped from the chassis. It being the end of the day already, they were going to have to keep Rosie overnight and since she was partially dismantled, we would not be able to stay in her. #*&@%$!!! We loaded up Woody and headed out to look for a dog-friendly motel. We found a strip of motels nearby which I would later describe as “tweeker’s row”. We were overly maxed out tired/stressed from the long day and not real motivated to find a suitable motel, but on our third stop, we decided to stay at a Baymont/Wyndham motel. Reader’s Digest version, this was a dump like all the others, what I would classify as a “no-tell motel”. Our next door neighbor wasted no time stepping out on the balcony in front of our room and firing up his crank pipe. Cranksters racing in and out of the parking lot all night long made for a long night’s non-sleep. Like I mentioned before, #*&@%$!!!

We got out early next morning and returned to Cummins. We found they had stayed for a little OT last night and had already swapped out our generator fuel pump. The generator was pumping away and had been for several hours prior to our arrival. Service being completed, we were ecstatic to hit the road. I would not refer to Odessa, TX as any kind of vacation destination.

Lubbock Elk’s Lodge was next on our stop list. We got there just in time for a few days of forecast rain & thunderstorms (non-triple digit temps, hooray!). We took the opportunity to avail ourselves of the cornucopia of shopping options such as Costco, Sam’s Club, Cabela’s, etc., as well as Jeanne being able to get her hair done at a real hair salon. As a little bonus she also got in some range time at a local indoor shooting range to celebrate her successful trips around the sun. In between shopping trips and torrential thundering downpours we got to check out the Buddy Holly Center museum. It was a little disappointing that they did not allow photography inside the main exhibit hall, hence, like the Soup Nazi in a Seinfeld episode (sorta) said, “No (pix) for you!” But I got a few from the areas that they did allow photos.

One day we wandered into a local sports bar/taproom called Little Woodrow’s. It was a non-game day so there were few patrons. This is a pretty impressive sports bar, TV’s EVERYWHERE, including a monster screen out in the “play” yard (outdoor seating area with numerous areas of entertainment/bar games.) Little Woodrow’s has (50) beers on tap (well, a few were ciders, seltzers and meads), but as I find common in Texas, if there is not a nearby craft brewery of even a smidgeon of notoriety, the majority of offerings are from my least favorite brewers (you know, the corporate boys like Coors, Miller, Bud.) We were curious about the atmosphere on a game day and it just so happened the hometown team Texas Tech had a home game on the next Saturday. Soooooo, guess where we were at kick-off on Saturday? The crowd was pretty loud/raucous every score. We stuck it out for a quarter and called it a game.

In our everlasting search for possible landing sites, we did a little surrounding area road trip, checking out some properties for sale. Real estate prices are fairly reasonable here in the Lubbock area, you can pick up a nice sized single family residence in the 300K-400K range, and there definitely is not a big shortage of 10-20 acre tract lots for sale. The drawbacks at this point in time are the crappy economy (high rates particularly), the isolated nature of Lubbock in the flatland area of Texas, and the Texas high property tax rates. But hey, it never hurts to look…

We left Lubbock for the cooler climes of Ruidoso, NM. Casino Apache provided a parking lot for a couple of night’s dry camping while we checked out the area. We even road tripped up to the megalopolis of Capitan, NM. The Ruidoso area is a ski area in the mountains and was utterly unimpressive, so much so I found nothing worthy of breaking out the camera. It evoked thoughts of a run down very tiny Truckee or Lake Tahoe area, complete with no less than 8-9 dispensaries (hint: 420). 

One of our rare short travel days found our next temporary home back at the Las Cruces Elk’s Lodge. We were kinda burning time since we had ordered up our mail to be sent to Deming, NM. While stalled for a couple of days here we made our way down to the big “Farmer’s” Market which we found was very little “farmers” and more  local arts and crafts.

A return one-nighter at good ol’ Dream Catcher SKP RV Park in “scenic” Deming, NM for mail pickup bright and early Monday morning then onward and upward. North of Deming right on Hwy. 180 in the Glenwood area we found our next temporary home. Big Horn Campground on National Forest Service land had (6) boondocking campsites with fire rings and one pit toilet. It took several tries in different sites to find a suitable site where we were not squished by the thick trees and were able to achieve level status, but we finally found one in site #1. 

Glenwood is not much of a “town”, more like an area along the highway. Our site was, however, 5 miles from a local attraction known as The Catwalk. The trail is a tad over 2 miles round trip and includes a large stretch of steel catwalk constructed over Whitewater Creek and winding through some slot canyon areas. It was not heavily used when we were there but we did get to see a couple of fishermen catching what looked like brown trout.

Not real far away from camp we found the mining ghost town of Mogollon. It was a pretty steep narrow paved road up the mountain to get to it and we found that Mogollon was what they call a “living” ghost town in that a few folks actually live there among what old buildings still exist there. I was underwhelmed with this “ghost town” as far as ghosties go, but it was still neat wander/drive around.

We’ve always wanted to go see the town of Show Low in AZ, so being in that area it was our next destination point. We said good-bye to Glenwood then drove the short 130 miles into Show Low and a few days stay at the Elk’s Lodge there. $20 per night was hard to say no to, and we found the Elk’s campground unique, comparatively speaking, to most other Elk’s RV lots in that it was actually within a thick stand of pine trees and resembled any other wooded campground, actually geared toward “real” outdoor camping.

In our exploration of the Show Low town and area we happened upon a quaint little hub of entertainment called “The House Yard Bar & Eatery” and “Red Barn Creamery”. We were looking for the ice cream shop (the Creamery) and discovered they share the play yard with The House. What better way to chase down some of that sickly sweet & gooey ice cream than with an ice cold hops beverage? The yard had a small stage for their occasional music entertainment as well as various game areas and the whole shebang is family friendly. 

We noticed an extremist right winger mega MAGA swag shop, appropriately named The Trumped Store. Sadly, being the epitome of the aforementioned extremist right winger mega MAGA deplorables that we are, we made the illegal U-turn, cut off half a dozen cars and trucks on the extremely busy main thoroughfare, jumped the curb and slid into the parking lot of said store. Yes, we stocked up on some new MAGA swag and I even got my picture with 45/47 (OK, it was a hokey statue set up inside the store). It seems we are easily amused…

Time for jacks-up, off with the wind. Where to…?

1/22/2023 More Freightliner Headaches To Start Our Year Off Right!

Several weeks ago we got our cracked coolant surge tank replaced by the Beaumont (Texas) Freightliner shop, a pure fiasco in and of itself as previously described in earlier blog posts. Well, the saga continues. When we got to our stay in the Nashville area I found the coolant level below the “minimum” line on the new surge tank. Not quite sure what to make of it, I topped off the tank with the last of my spare coolant. The day of our departure when I started Rosie’s engine, ALL of my alarms, bells, whistles, and dashboard warning lights fired up. The engine ran perfect but for the annoying alarms. After a short timeout, turning the engine on and off, I got the alarms and lights to return to normal operating mode…until I got a few miles down the road. A second round of “check engine” lights and sirens, coupled with my actual gauges failing, began to plague me on an intermittent level, lasting anywhere from minutes to hours. The drivability of Rosie was not affected, just had to put up with the off and on noise.

Due to my lengthy history of similar issues (described in painful detail on posts from many moons ago), I was not in a real hurry to get Rosie in for troubleshooting. It has been quite some time since our last dates of occurrence, so we continued on our way, our current destination of choice being the Waco, Texas area. We made short stops at Sam’s Town Resort & Casino (Tunica, MS), Cherokee Casino (Roland, OK), the N/E Tulsa KOA (another Cherokee casino and horse racetrack), and the Durant KOA (Durant, OK). All travel days my “check engine” lights and sirens continued intermittently. However, on our travel day to Durant, the warning lights and sirens abruptly stopped about an hour from Durant, Rosie returning to normal operations. On our last travel day to Waco we experienced absolutely no issues with the lights and sirens. Between all of our travel days I had been diligently checking the level of coolant without issues. Our final travel day landed us at the Camp Caravan RV Park in Lorena, Texas (Waco area). Another check of the coolant level revealed it was again below the “minimum” line. End of my rope reached, let the phone calls begin. I called several Freightliner shops scattered all over the Dallas-Fort Worth-Waco area looking for one that we could get into without a months-long wait. The closest was Doggett Freightliner in Austin (yuk!) TX. 

We cooled our jets for about a week in Lorena/Waco. Our friends Jim & Carol whom we met some time ago while we both were on the road happen to live in Lorena, so we spent some quality time visiting with them. One day they suggested a lunch spot called “Oscar Store”. This is a unique dining establishment, to say the least. It looked like a series of old rusty sheds. Inside it too looked like the inside of an old rusty shed. But if you are looking for some massive portions of typical southern style cuisine, this is definitely the place. Unfortunately I did not snap any photos of the food, but one of our table mates ordered the chicken-fried steak and HOLY MOLY! That slab of meat was larger than a full sized Frisbee!  I got to revel in a good ol’ meal of fried chicken gizzards and fried okra, it was MMMMMM good! 

Still in our search mode for a landing zone, Jeanne and I checked out several properties for sale in the area without finding any prospects. Most of them were just a touch too far from civilization.

Now thanks to Freightliner, our plans to head due west changed to due south to Austin.  Doggett found a leaking coolant hose that they determined was due to “failure of installation” by the Beaumont Freightliner replacement of our surge tank. They contacted Beaumont to request they cover the new repair, but got denied by the on-duty service manager. OK, now really, I have truly reached the end of my rope! I am so fed up with these big corporate companies, I see stars every time I have to deal with them. An e-mail with a follow-up phone call to the general manager of Beaumont was now in order.I finally spoke with the GM at Beaumont, who said he was going to speak with his service manager.  Final decision: Beaumont would reimburse me for my out of pocket expense. Hallelujah!

Leaky coolant hose fixed, several deep breaths taken, we got out of Austin as fast as we could. Back to our original goal of meandering W/B toward the grandkids in Kalifornia. With most of the big highways messed up by construction in the great state of Texas, we found some very nice back road highways with very little truck traffic or construction and made our way to San Angelo for our next stop. That would be the San Angelo KOA. We were only going to stay a couple of days, but dealing with Freightliner required a four day cooling off period. This KOA was not the greatest, but sufficient for our purpose. The sites were gravel and a little too close (slide-out to slide-out), but it was centrally located to civilization.

Jeanne found the touted “art district” of San Angelo, a couple of places called “Art In Uncommon Places” and “Paintbrush Alleyway”. We just had to stop off for a gander. It was a typical local “showcase” for all manner of graffiti art. I think it helps, when viewing local art such as this type, to drop a few tabs of acid or munch on a few ‘shrooms in order to fully appreciate the artistic nature of such displays.

San Angelo is home to the Civic League Park which boasts a world famous water Lily collection. We found it and discovered mid-January is not a time you would want to view Texas water Lillies. The ponds had very few Lily pads, no flowers, and a lot of algae. We could only imagine what it would look like in Spring/Summer seasons.

San Angelo in our rear-view, it was “Westward Ho”. Stay tuned for the next set of adventures, until next post…

12/8/2022 Christmas Season Has Arrived

College Station has a Christmas themed park called “Santa’s Wonderland”. Since it was a short sidetrack, so to speak, from our chosen course we scooted over to take in the sights. Our home for a 3 day stint was the appropriately named Holiday RV Park. It was a basic park, not a lot of frills, but concrete sites with FHU’s. Jeanne also got to be the beneficiary of yet another extended round of “4-letter vocabulary” lessons on our attempt to arrive at the park. Ever since we have been here in Texas this time around, it feels like the state DOT has decided to fix ALL of the roads in the entire state right now, all at the same time. College Station is not exempt, construction is everywhere, and Holiday RV Park is right on a main highway that is currently tore up. Needless to say, maneuvering around on side and back streets in a 40-foot behemoth towing another vehicle was a tad stress inducing. But we got there…

We got set up at “home” pretty quickly, then decided to hit Santa’s Wonderland for some holiday cheer. We got there in daylight and stayed into the nighttime for the lights. The park is very large and spread out; they have a hay-ride feature that takes folks throughout the lighted scenes. It is a popular feature that we endured about an hour wait in line (ala Disneyland) for, but it was worth the wait as I will let the following photos describe the scene…

Weatherford, TX was next up on our chosen destinations list. Our home was Oak Creek RV Park. This park had nice facilities, however it is right on Hwy. 20 with 24-hour traffic/truck noise. The sites are concrete, FHU’s, interior roads are paved, but there are a few too many trees for good satellite reception.

Our first excursion out was to check out the historic downtown Weatherford. Another typical historic small town district, and what historic downtown district would be complete without the requisite old courthouse with functioning clock tower?

The town of Granbury was touted as a REAL historic town in the area. A little walkabout was in our calling. Again, what historic downtown district would be complete without the requisite old courthouse with functioning clock tower?

A run into Mineral Wells provided exposure to the Crazy Water mineral water company. The story goes that a “crazy” woman used to drink from a  mineral well here on a regular basis back in the late 1800’s. As she continued to drink, her “crazy” seemed to go away. Bada-bing-bada-boom some enterprising doctor founded the Crazy Water company in 1904. We actually picked up a case of their #4 (most heavily concentrated mineral content), and now we are quaffing away trying to heal all that ails us…

Well, son of a gun, we just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Ft. Worth’s Stockyard Station has a twice-daily longhorn “cattle drive” that occurs rain or shine. Our fortune was being there for their yearly Christmas parade as well. We attended the 4:00 p.m. “cattle drive”, immediately followed by the parade (during daylight, no light show involved). The “drive” was certainly a touristy event, it is comprised of (15) long horn cattle paraded down the street by cowboys on horseback. The Christmas parade was underwhelming as well. It was more of a marketing/advertising parade for local businesses, with horseback folks interspersed among the vehicular traffic, all “decorated” (I say this facetiously, the decorations left a lot to be desired…). But, ’tis the season. Ho-ho-ho!

Our plans continue without alterations, onward and upward toward our Christmas goal of the Ark Experience in Kentucky. We are certainly tempting fate, weather-wise, praying for leniency as far as freezing and snow go. We (and you) will just have to wait and see…until next post.

11/26/2022 A Texas Thanksgiving

Our next jaunt was from Beaumont to Edinburg, TX.  Our RV-ing friends Bud & Meredith live there and invited us to enjoy Thanksgiving with them, so we humbly obliged. We set up camp at the Monte Cristo Golf Club which has an RV lot as part of the business. Our hopes were to enjoy the area in nice, temperate, short-sleeve-weather, but instead we got soaked and cold in the San Francisco-like-summertime-weather. We spent almost 2 weeks there in pretty consistently cold and often times rainy weather.

We really wanted to experience South Padre Island in the sunshine but were denied Mr. Sun. On the best of the worst days we stubbornly ventured over anyway. Not a great experience, scenery-wise. 

Jeanne learned that Elon Musk had set up a small business venture near the island, something called “Space-X”. We took the drive over and peeked at the launch facility from the road, in the rain. I am not sure, but unlike NASA’s Kennedy Space Center, I don’t think they run public tours of this facility. We did our drive-by and returned “home”.

Bud & Meredith wanted to take us around to see the sights, but the weather put a damper on that idea. They did take us to a local eatery that has live music, the Riverside Club. It truly is “riverside”, right on the Rio Grande River. We had some snacks and listened to the silky smooth sounds of Steven May & the Southern Knights, indoors of course.

Meredith did a very nice job on the Thanksgiving celebration and meal. A big thanks to Bud & Meredith for inviting us into their home for the festivities. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. The next day, Black Friday, it was jacks-up moving day. In keeping with our on-going weather theme, we headed back north, in intermittent pouring rain and some areas of pea soup fog. I guess it was a good thing; Texas, like a lot of the country, has been experiencing drought conditions. 

We landed for a couple of rainy days at the Little Lucy RV Park in Lampasas, TX. While driving around checking out the town of Lampasas, Jeanne stumbled upon the historic courthouse. Not only the courthouse, but she got a twofer, the local farmer’s market was in full force in front of the courthouse. We got out pretty much unscathed, just a loaf of craft bread and some local coffee in tow.

A short hour’s drive brought us to the “jammin'” town (LOL) of Salado where we located the Chupacabra Craft Beer & Wine shop. We stopped off for some snacks and a beer tasting of course. I was not impressed with any of the beer, the Cobb Salad was good.

It was an unplugged kind of stop, all conditions precluded us from experiencing sufficiently operational wifi. That makes it tough on any type of research for our next destination. So, from there it was on to…(?)  Stay tuned.

11/9/2022 The Frightliner (sic) Wait is FINALLY Over!

The Beaumont Elk’s Lodge sits here right on top of the very busy Hwy. 90, across the street from the Exxon Mobile Polyethylene Plant and a very busy railroad route. (It would sure be coincidental if that very plant was the manufacturer of the plastic engine part that we have been waiting on for over a month and a half.) Needless to say, there is a teensy bit of noise associated with every waking minute, not to mention every sleeping minute…the dang trains run ALL NIGHT LONG, and they love to toot their horns! While here we got a couple of really good drenchings that brought out the mud bugs in the temporary swamps that got created at the rear of our rig. The fire ants seem to thrive here, even the golf courses are covered in ant hills.

Beaumont, Texas not being one of the most exciting areas of the world, we tried to make the best of our stranded-ness. Jeanne found the Gulf Terrace Hike & Bike Trail only a couple miles from “home”. It is a small city-type park area with a nice paved path and several nice shaded rest stops. We strolled the 2-mile loop section while I molested as many of the fire ant hills as I could (I really really really hate fire ants!)

One of the Elk’s members suggested a couple of food stops while we were here. The first one we hit was the Pine Tree Lodge which is located right on the Taylor Bayou. We drove out one day in hopes of catching sight of a wayward gator or two while enjoying lunch at our table. Alas, Al Gator failed to show up, I guess I should have made an appointment with him. But we did get to watch the soft shelled turtles swimming around the bayou.

I found the Cattail Marsh for another little outing. It is located on the Hillebrandt Bayou at Tyrrell Park. There is a path that circles the marsh but we only needed to walk the length of one side to find the object of our search…Al Gator! And then we saw his little sister Allie! (OK, I’m no biologist, I couldn’t identify the sex of a gator if my life depended on it! But it makes good print…) They also have a very nice boardwalk that extends into the marsh for all the bird watching you can stand. While we were there one birdwatcher had his scope set up on a bald eagle, probably over a mile away. He gave Jeanne the opportunity to take a gander (c’mon, man, ganders are gooses, not eagles!) Tyrrell Park also had a nice 9-1-1 Memorial display. The associated golf course was terribly covered in fire ants.

Jeanne did another “Griswold” thing and found the world’s largest functioning fire hydrant, so we just HAD to go see it. Yep. It was large! It is located across the street from the Fire Museum of Texas in Beaumont and next to the Texas Firefighter Memorial. Since we were in the area (downtown), we wanted to check out the famous Crockett Street area. This is Beaumont’s locale for celebrating Mardi Gras. It was a bit disappointing in size & scope, as well as the entire area was DESERTED when we were there, not a soul or vehicle moving in any direction, nothing open.

Next excursion was a trip over to see the Port Arthur area. On the way, we passed through Port Neches and wanted to stop for snacks at the Neches River Wheelhouse on the River Front walkway. This was a nice atmoshphere with views of the Neches River. I had some awesome seafood nachos, loaded with shrimp, mud bugs, and lump crab, but had to fight the dive-bombing birds who like to hang out around the patio area, like the sea gulls at Pac Bell Park during game days.

After lunch we continued into Port Arthur proper to a point near the Louisiana border. Port Arthur is one of the very huge ports for the oil industry and is covered in oil refineries, therefore not a very scenic area. But here, you can judge for yourselves…

Towards the end of our stay, we were treated to a Blood Moon, supposedly the last one until sometime in 2025. We actually caught a clear night sky and I figured out how to use my timed shutter release on my camera.

Freightliner is very low on my fan-favorites list. They knew we had been waiting for over a month and a half for our part to arrive and yet, they failed to call me when it did come in. We just happened to call them for a status check and were told it was on their shelf. #@$%&*^$#%! A quick run in to get it swapped out and bingo! Ready to Rock-N-Roll! Now the only hold up is we already ordered our mail be sent to us here, so with tomorrow our anticipated delivery date, we have to stay put just a smidge longer.  We should be jacks-up by weekend, next stop?

9/17/2022 Burning Time Before Another Dreaded Return to Red Bay, AL (AKA: Plans Change, Change, Change, & Keep Changing)

From Box Cañon we continued our trek eastbound which included some very short stays along the way, like a Walmart in Trinidad, CO; the Elk’s Lodge in Amarillo, TX; the Grand Casino in Shawnee, OK; a return visit to the Lazy L RV Park in Sherman, TX; and some stops at Elk’s Lodges in Shreveport, LA, Slidell, LA, and Biloxi, MS. The casinos in Shawnee and Biloxi were pretty good to us, Jeanne was having her way with the slots (yeah, so was I…) 

We managed to catch our breath with a longer stay at the Rainbow Plantation Escapees park in Summerdale, AL. However, it was not without a modicum of stress. Upon our arrival I found engine coolant spewed all over the rear cap and grill of the MH. Close inspection showed a horizontal crack just above the seam of the engine coolant surge tank. Our immediate task was to arrange for that particular repair. Wouldn’t you know it, Murphy was still riding with us. After numerous frantic phone calls, we discovered not one Freightliner shop in all of the United States of America had that part in stock. And what further inflamed the issue…nobody had any clue as to when Freightliner would be shipping out any more of that part, the blame falling squarely on the Joe F*ng Biden supply chain issues. I managed to get my name onto several waiting lists for the repair service at various Freightliner shops, so all I could do is roll with it. After some short debates with myself on temporary “fixes”, we made a run to an Auto Zone store and picked up some good ol’ KB Weld rated for high temps and pressures and I smeared it up good over the cracks. I’ll be sure to let you know how it turns out…

Being the great makers of lemonade that we are, we marched on. Using Summerdale as our base, we made a few runs into places like the Gulf Shores and Pensacola, FL. The major drawback to Summerdale is it is far away from EVERYWHERE! Pensacola, only 40 miles away was always over an hour’s drive with the thick local traffic. Gulf Shores was only 30 +/- miles away and again, about a 45 minute drive with traffic. Two other little issues we had were the absolute horrendous wifi service we had, and we just happened to be here at the right time to endure the constant onslaught of Love Bugs! 

We were supposed to be here for 2 weeks, but with the variable of my temporary fix hanging over us, we decided to cut out a little early (in the middle of the work week) just in case we had issues. We did not want to get stuck somewhere on a Sunday, when everything closes down back here, with no remedies in sight. So it was off toward Red Bay for now, not knowing when Freightliner will come through but with a set appointment for the other MH fixes at Daniel Humphries’ MS Solutions. Until next post…

Hangin’ In Texas, 2020 Style…

Well, we got our satellite antenna problems fixed, SATS2GO did us very well, we would highly recommend them if you are ever in the Montgomery/Conroe area of Texas (No. Houston area) and need satellite antenna assistance. I mentioned we stayed at the Lake Conroe/Houston North KOA in Montgomery. This was a fairly nice KOA, lots of family stuff (aka:things for kids), and with a stocked, catch-n-release pond for no license required fishing. The only problem I had with the park was the neatly, well trimmed grass areas, especially at our site. It seemed our site had the bulk of sticker weeds in the grass. They were the round spiral type stickers and they were more deadly than any of the goat heads we have encountered nationwide! It’s like my wife Jeanne has not had many personal lessons in 4-letter word vocabulary, but she got another barrage of them, every time I stepped on one of them buggers!

Using the KOA for our base for the week, we spent all our time pretty much driving around checking the areas, still looking for that “Ah, feels like home!” moment. We covered the area pretty well, even finding time to take a couple of brewery breaks. We had previously been to and thought we might like the area of The Woodlands, Texas, but it had been a few years since we were there. This time through sealed the deal for that area…a big no. Traffic has become an absolute nightmare with the congestion now. And to top it off, it seems the state of Texas is on a tear to spend highway construction dollars before they lose them, so in EVERY town we go through they are tearing up ALL their roads at the same time. With all the cones and reduced lane widths Jeanne gets even more lessons in 4-letter vocabulary from me. It ain’t fun maneuvering a 40’ bus towing a Jeep through some of that quagmire. (But, knock on wood laminate, no issues as of yet…). We did kinda take a liking to the area of Conroe/Willis/Montgomery and Lake Conroe, but it did not trigger that “home” feeling. As far as “beer breaks” went, we checked out a couple local breweries, one was the B-52 Brewery in Conroe. It was an interesting place, despite the China-virus hysteria bull$hit, it looked to be family friendly with a large outdoor area with lots of cornhole games and outdoor seating, pet friendly. They had some pretty good offerings, from stouts to IPA’s to sour fruiteds. Our son, Chad, also sent us on a quest to find the Urban South HTX brewery in Houston. We found it. If you are into the slushy style of sour-fruited beers, this is the place for you! I even gave a couple of them 5’s on the free Apple app “Untappd”. They don’t do a bad job on some of their IPA’s as well.

When we got ready to hit the road, we decided we were going to “slowly make our way” (to be painfully described here shortly) toward the megalopolis of Red Bay, AL. We have a couple of minor fixes needed on Rosie, so we contacted a couple of the folks who do Tiffin work outside of the service center and set up dates in early December. So from Montgomery we headed for San Antonio. OK, keeping our drive days short. It was only supposed to be a 3 1/2 hr. drive. And mostly 2-lane backroads which we love to travel vs. the pinball action between truckers on the major freeways. We wound our way S/W, at some point getting onto little Hwy. 237 toward La Grange. Well there happens to be a whole string of small town areas along the route, all of which do nothing but sell “antiques” out of their yards. Some are pretty big outfits, putting up large steel buildings to house their “antiques”. And as we were forced to slow through these areas, we came upon the “antique” capital of the area…a place called Round Top. It just so happened we were there during some big sales/show event and I swear every resident of the state of Texas was there to buy “antiques”. The 2-lane highway was at a standstill for a little over one hour! “Hey Jeanne, wanna hear some more 4-letter vocabulary?!?!” Once we cleared that traffic fiasco, we were on our way through La Grange and on down to catch I-10 for the last short leg into San Antonio. Cruisin’ along, fat, dumb, & happy (sorta), we happened upon an accident on I-10. Traffic stopped, all lanes. “Hey Jeanne, c’mon, say it with me, &$%#>@!*$@!*&%!!!!!!!” This time, 3 1/2 hours at a standstill… So we finally made it into San Antonio, to the San Antonio/Alamo KOA. This was also a very nice KOA, also with a stocked fishin’ pond (I get it, they like to fish in the great state of Texas!). 

We only spent a couple days in San Antonio, been there before, but wanted to re-visit the River Walk and this time check out the Alamo. China-virus hysteria strikes again; the weekday, lunchtime visit we made to River Walk revealed NOBODY walking the Walk, and every restaurant along the Walk was closed. We walked on over to the Alamo and went in on the free ticket (you pay $7 for a guided tour which takes you into the museum part). I do have to say, visiting the Alamo was a waste of our time, it is not conducive to great photography moments (I took very few pix), and it was marred by massive construction projects on its outer grounds. Not what I expected, by a long shot. So we resolved ourselves to walking around the outskirts of the River Walk and down to the Pearl market area. The area was heavily decorated for the upcoming Dia de los Muertos celebrations. We got our fill of painted skulls, then decided to “skip town” (har-dee-har-har!).

We headed north into the Kerrville Elk’s Lodge for a couple of nights. We found Kerrville to be home to “The Coming King Prayer Sculpture Garden” containing “The Empty Cross”. We walked around gawking at the sculptures and marvelling at the number of “prayer rocks” scattered about. We also found in little ol’ Kerrville a small brewery called Pint & Plow Brewery. We just had to partake of their wares, only to find nothing spectacular.

Next up was a return day-drive into Fredericksburg. We walked the main drag, which appeared pretty much unchanged since we were last there several years ago. We also happened upon the old historical jailhouse which we missed last time around. A quick lunch at Burger Burger and we were outta there. Jeanne heard Burger Burger was a “must-do” when in Fredericksburg, but we were underwhelmed with the food.

Lubbock, TX, was next on our radar. We spent a week at the Lubbock Elk’s Lodge while exploring the area, taking care of some chores, and shopping for supplies. My first obligation was to stop by a pay my respects at Buddy Holly’s gravesite at the City of Lubbock Cemetery. While in Lubbock we ran accross an area of Mackenzie Park called Prairie Dog Town and, like most barren lots throughout the town, it was inundated with the little critters. For you chow-hounds out there, a place of note for lunch, we ate at “The Lost Cajun” and boy, howdy I had some ‘dat good ol’ Jambalaya!

Wichita Falls was just an overnighter for us, again at the Wichita Falls Elk’s Lodge, then it was on to Sherman, TX and the Lazy L RV Park. How we were surprised to find the 903 Brewers just a 5 minute walk from our bus. OK, arm twisted, yeah, we partook. And again, for all you slushie heads out there, 903 Brewers is well worth your effort. They also had a couple of stouts that were outstanding!

One day we took a ride back into Gainsville to look at some properties, then swung around back to Denton (No. Dallas area) to see that area. We took Woodrow Wilson with us and took him on a walkabout around the town square area at the old Courthouse museum, then ate some pretty good pizza at J & J’s Pizza across from the Courthouse. 

Well, not a lot of overall excitement in this blog post. We’ll have to try and squeeze in a little more sightseeing as we hunt down that “Ah, feels like home” moment. Until next post…

Does Anybody Want to Save a Boatload of Money?

This post will be a short mish-mash of disorganization since we have not exactly settled back into our “routine”, but the main point will be about a great money-saving tip, provided to us by our RV friends Bud & Meredith Bradley. That will come at the end. But for now, since the great year of 2020 has been such a disaster and none of our plans have panned out (or so it would seem), we contemplated our future travels. We came up with plan #7,892. That would be a run back into the great state of Texas, after, of course, a short visit with the kids & grandkids. Texas has not fallen off our radar screen as a potential landing target when we decide to “retire” from the full-time RVing lifestyle, the eastern half of the state in particular. We also anticipate this year to be the first for us where we will not return to Kalifornia for family holiday times.

We hit Kalifornia, still suffering smoke filled skies albeit not as thick as before, returned Jeanne’s mom to her normal life, then made a beeline south for some children & grandchildren time, first stop Santa Rosa, with our home parked at the Petaluma Elk’s Lodge. Jenn, Gus, & grandson Max “The Gladiator” have been poised, seemingly forever, to get evacuated due to the wildfires in their area, but now the danger was diminishing, enough so that we actually drove into the danger zone to visit them. Max will be having his 9th birthday at the end of November, so we celebrated a little early. Max is into Nerf guns & Pokemon cards, and he made bank on Nerf gear and Pokemon. I was trying to figure out the Pokemon “game”, but I swear, the people who come up with this stuff must be on a continual acid trip! We then chased each other around, blasting away, Nerf darts everywhere!  We wanted to go check out a local brewery, Cooperage, but thanks to China, they were not open on the day we were there. So we ended up at 3rd St. Aleworks in downtown Santa Rosa. Unremarkable beers, not the best nachos we’ve had, but we still had fun with Jenn & Max. While at Jenn’s, I took the opportunity to make use of her kitchen and cook up a whole bunch of my father’s famous Chile Verde burritos which we promptly chowed down on. I rolled up a bunch for Gus to take in his lunches, as well as a bunch for us to freeze in the bus for easy dinner nights. Jenn & Gus had chef’s duty one night and they made some outstanding street tacos for us. It was a very nice visit, as usual, and sad to see it end.

Atascadero Elk’s Lodge (my home lodge) was our next run. As is the case with most of the Elk’s Lodges, the lodges & lounges are still closed because of the China virus bull$hit but thankfully the RV lots are open. We had fun with Chad, Crissy, Little Miss Hailey & Little Miss Ellie, even a couple of granddaughter sleep-overs in the “camping bus” as they call it. We had arts-n-crafts time, Jeanne found a new hairdresser (see photo), and mommy & daddy got a childless date night. With Jeanne’s birthday just passed, Chad & Crissy also treated us to a birthday dinner followed by some ice-cream cake. One day Chad & Crissy took us to their club winery, Rava, where they did their product pick-up and we got to sample some of the winery’s offerings. Hailey & Ellie had fun running around the small pond and playing on the swings.  During our time here Chad took Jeanne & I to check out Manrock Brewing Co., Santa Maria Brewing Co., and Liquid Gravity Brewing Co. One standout quaff was Liquid Gravity’s “Twist & Stout”, an imperial double stout. We took everyone out to dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall called “Don Q’s Restaurant”. The service was not great (mostly due to the China virus hysteria, no doubt), but the food was unique and very tasty.

After saying our good-bye’s it was eastbound & down. It would seem the motorhome gremlins had recently hitched a ride with us. We started with my DEF system. We had just fueled up, DEF included, when out of nowhere my “DEF Low” emergency warning light and dinger came on while driving down the road. Scratching my head, I got out and checked the DEF tank. No obvious leakage, the little red light on the gauge lit up but the gauge showed full, so I popped the cap and re-seated it thinking it could be similar to when your “check engine” light comes on in your car & they always start with checking your gas cap. As we continued down the road, the “DEF Low” warning continued, but stopped after a short distance, so I repeated the “scratch head” motion and kept going.  Probably a couple hundred miles down the road the Gremlins were thinking I had it too easy, so my “jacks down” warning light and siren goes off. Repeating the “scratch head” motion, I got out and checked the guilty jack. Sure as $hit, it had rattled down about an inch from it’s normal seated position. I checked the bay containing my hydraulics system, found no obvious leakage, then hit the auto-store button again. The errant jack pulled back to it’s normal storage position and my hand returned to it’s now-normal “scratch head” position. So, our escape from Kalifornia went like this. Keep in mind, I personally do not like long travel days, and if I drive more than about 4 hours I am not having fun. We did a long run from Atascadero to the Needles Elk’s Lodge. Their RV lot is just a flat dirt/gravel lot with FHU’s, but you can’t complain about the $20/night rate. Since it was just an overnighter, we left the Jeep hooked up to Rosie the bus. The next day it was off to Gallup, NM and the USA RV Park. There, we needed to disconnect and use the Jeep but in unhooking it, BAM! the gremlins struck the Jeep and killed the battery. Now, when the supplemental air brake system was installed the tech told me they put in a trickle charger for the Jeep battery, so I did not need to disconnect the battery when towing any more (as I had been up to then). So much for trusting the “trickle charge”. I got a jump from the clerk at the park and ran the Jeep for a while to get it back up to speed. In the morning I ran the Jeep into town for a little more charging, then we hooked up, disconnected the battery, and off to the races we were. Another long day brought us to Clovis, NM and the Wagon Wheel RV Park. We left the Jeep hooked up overnight, then continued eastbound into Texas. We landed in Waco after yet another long day’s drive, just barely beating the sunset. Jeanne found an RV park called Flat Creek Farms RV Park and we pulled in just as the sun disappeared. Those dang gremlins hit me again! Dead battery, again! Bottom line – there were no spaces available at the park, so we had to overnight at a nearby Flying J, with another jump start to start the next day. And just to pile on my already $hitty disposition, driving through the nightmare of a residential area just to get to the RV park I had to maneuver through skinny streets and low hanging trees. In doing so, my satellite antenna took some serious damage from one of the branches. Hey, Jeanne, have you had enough lessons in 4-letter word vocabulary yet? 

Well, we found space the next day at the North Crest RV Park in Waco. There, we got set up and promptly drove the Jeep to Autozone where they checked the battery and charging system, no issues. Head scratched. I also found a mobil satellite repair outfit, SATS2GO, out of the Willis area, so after a few days of rest and decompression, we moved the short distance over to the Conroe Lake/Houston No. KOA. So here we sit, waiting for the satellite repair, then it will be on to some good ol’ Texas ‘splorin’.

I guess it wasn’t as short as I thought it would be. I mentioned saving some greenbacks. Our road warrior buddies & fellow Texans, Bud & Meredith, recently turned us on to an RV Fuel Program by TSD Logistics, Inc. It is a credit card system you use at truck stops. They have a $20 sign up fee and easy-to-use phone app (that’s “easy” according to Jeanne), you just need to use the trucker lanes at the truck stops when you fuel up. It does not include discounts for DEF, but the diesel savings is substantial! There are various participating gas stations and each has some minor (cents, not dollars) fees they add to the transactions. Examples of the savings we have enjoyed are: 32.97 gallons purchased, saved $19.03; 40.29 gallons purchased, saved $12.97; 55.73 gallons purchased, saved $34.94; 63.75 gallons purchased, saved $36.15; and 63.94 gallons purchased, saved $48.09. I’ll leave it to you do do your own math re: price per gallon savings. Pilot stations (and presumably Flying J) do not participate in the TSD program for RV’s, they already do the Good Sam program.

That sort of catches us up for now. Until next post…

02/14/2020 Southwest Texas in the Wintertime

Having left El Paso, TX, we wanted to head up to Guadalupe Mountains N.P. for a little ‘splorin’ & boondocking. However, after conducting some due diligent weather checking, we discovered the forecast highs for the next few days there was to be at or around 20 degrees, with snow expected. “Aha! No you don’t!” Being the smartest human on the planet, I altered our destination to the big city of Van Horn, TX. Mother Nature-0, Me-1! (Or so I thought, as you will soon read about). We rolled into town just as it was turning dark and found the Wild West RV Park had space for a couple of days, taking an extra day to explore the area. Well, it took all of about 10 minutes to thoroughly explore the area (Van Horn is a little tiny town/rest stop at the side of I-10. You know you are in Sticksville when the town is limited to one Dollar General store for all your fine shopping needs.) OK, now I gotta give Mother Nature-10, Me-0. Forecast was for snow on our exit day, so we re-upped for one additional day to stick it out. And it did snow, to the tune of about 6” of fine powder. The RV park clerk said it was the most they had gotten in several years. Yeah, that makes me feel good…

So we hung around a little later into the morning of moving day to give the roads a chance to de-ice a bit more, then hit SR90 headed south, intended destination of Marfa, TX. The roads turned out to be good but when we got to the megalopolis of Marfa, we found no RV space acceptable & available. So, march on we must, on into Alpine, TX.  We found a home at the Lost Alaskan RV Park for a couple of days.

One of those days we headed back over to Marfa to take in the sights. About the only claim to fame Marfa has is they have a rare local phenomenon called the Lights of Marfa. About 9 miles out of town the locals have built a nice little observation station/rest stop from which to attempt to view those lights. Their originating source is not known; some claim they are reflections of vehicle traffic from the highway (it runs nowhere near the area of the lights), some say swamp gas, some say camp fires, but nevertheless nobody has discovered their source. After researching a little about the Lights of Marfa, because they are reported so infrequently, and me not desiring to sit out in the frigid temps at night to hope to see them, we decided not to do another night trip into Marfa for the lights. But we did check out the big city, which is a whole lotta depressed, distressed buildings and closed up shops.

Our second day out of Alpine we drove over to Marathon, TX. Jeanne wanted to see the world’s smallest Target store and that just happened to be on the way. It’s not really a Target establishment, some “artist” painted some logos on a tiny square building in the middle of nowhere and parked a shopping cart in front of it. Marathon itself is another booming, bustling southern Texas town…NOT! There was not a lot other than the Gage Hotel, the White Buffalo Bar, and the Brick Vault Brewery & Barbecue. They have an awesome American Stout called Starlight Stout, for you stout/porter drinkers out there. Marathon does happen to have an RV lot at the hotel, in case anyone wants to make this their vacation destination…

Out of Alpine it was on to Terlingua, TX for our stay at Big Bend National Park. The RV parks around Terlingua just outside the park are all pretty “rustic”, and we found home at the Big Bend Resort & Adventures. This is a pretty good sized park, sites large and spread out, FHU’s, and a gas station parked right next to it. 

First up was a short drive up to the “ghost town” part of Terlingua. On the way we encountered the Terlingua Cemetery. This is an ancient cemetery with wild west style gravesites scattered on the hillside. Just a stone’s throw up the hill we found “downtown”. There is the old Terlingua jail, a hotel, a trading company, & the remnants of an old gas station among the many ruins covering the area. People still live there, some of the homes looked to have been “add-ons” to the ruins of older buildings.

We were told by a local in Van Horn that we just had to go to La Kiva for dinner. The place is cave/dinosaur themed and does indeed have a cave-like architecture/feel. It also has a dark history for the folks of Terlingua. It seems the former owner, Glenn Felts was murdered out in the parking lot of the business back in 2014. A local river guide/drinking buddy of Felts was charged and acquitted of the murder. La Kiva should not be confused with an establishment of fine cuisine, but it is quirky and worth seeing if you ever find yourself in the area.

The Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive, with return on Old  Maverick Rd. was next on our dance card. We loaded up Woodrow Wilson in the Jeep and hit the road. The Scenic Drive is a paved 2-lane road down to the Santa Elena Canyon Overlook and trailhead, then Old Maverick Rd. is a mild Jeep trail back to Maverick Junction and the park entrance station there. With constant scenic views along the way, there were several points of interest that we took in. The Homer Wilson Ranch, Mule Ears view point, Tuff Canyon, Castolon, and Santa Elena Canyon were all along the Scenic Dr. Santa Elena Canyon is very cool, the Rio Grande River flowing at the bottom and through the dueling cliff faces, one belonging to Mexico, the other to the USA. On the Old Maverick Rd. we found an abandoned family’s home called Luna’s Jacal. Back in them days I guess either humans were really really short, or folks just did not care to stand erect inside there homes, as the photos will show.

We returned home, fed our faces, then left Woody to guard the bus while we headed over to Chisos Basin to try and catch a sunset through a mountain formation called The Window. The views were OK, not outstanding, seeing that it was most fully overcast during sunset that night. And we FINALLY got out first real glimpse of wild critters as we were driving home at dark…a couple of Wile E. Coyote’s cousins ran across our headlights.

The Rio Grande Village area is on the eastern side of Big Bend N.P. We left Woody at home for this trip (poor guy, but we think he tends to get car sick so we try to limit his road trips). First detour was to see the Hot Springs just outside the Rio Grande Village. A short walk past some of the old buildings led us to the small hot springs. The springs are on the Rio Grande River (our border with Mexico). Along the path we found where some of the Mexicans from across the river had set up a little “arts and crafts” area, selling walking sticks and desert art (mostly wire & bead scorpions) with a self-pay jar and prices listed. Jeanne actually read in the National Park’s newspaper that it is illegal to purchase these “arts & crafts”, I’m sure it has to do with duties and taxes, it’s all about government greenbacks…

We then continued on to Boquillas Canyon Overlook. There we got an overview of the big Mexican city of Boquillas Del Carmen, as well as a short walk to see into Boquillas Canyon where, again, the Rio Grande River splits the canyon faces between Mexico & the USA. We found more “arts & crafts” along this way, and this time I believe we got to see some of the “artists”, lounging across the river.

A little bit of mild Jeep trailing (4 miles +/-, one way) led us to Ernst Tinaja. Ernst is the name of the German who came to the area in 1873 and discovered this particular “tinaja” (translates to big earthen jar), a rock formation containing a large pool of water.  Stories have various animals getting caught trying to drink from the water, falling in, then drowning when unable to escape the smooth limestone walled pool. There are also stories of Private Morton Diedel of the 14th Cavalry, during the Mexican Revolution in 1913, having fallen into the big tinaja and drowned. And as it turned out, we happened upon an old gravesite for a 26 year old named Juan De Leon, died in 1932, a short distance from Ernst Tinaja. He was supposedly on his way to or from Ernst Tinaja when he was shot & killed. Buried on the spot, murder never solved. The canyon containing the tinaja was pretty scenic.

On a day that it was supposed to rain on us but did not, we decided to load up Woodrow Wilson and take the scenic drive to Presidio, TX, through the Big Bend Ranch State Park. The drive was very scenic, most time spent parallel to the Rio Grande River, passing by more ruins, an area called Hoodoos (not like Utah hoodoos at all), lots of steep canyon walls, and a pass through a golf resort area called Lajitas. We stopped for chow at a place in Presidio called El Patio—-not the best Mexican cuisine I’ve had, kind of a mix between Mexican diner fare and Tex-Mex. We even got treated to a herd of wild donkeys and a couple of wayward Wile E. Coyotes along the drive.

With a little clearer skies, we returned to Santa Elena Canyon to take the short 1.6 mile round trip hike into the canyon. The hike actually climbs the USA side of the canyon wall and leads you into the mostly shaded canyon above the Rio Grande River. The river is a popular venue for kayakers/canoers led by river guides and we were treated to a 4-boat floatilla coming through the canyon. Once out of the canyon, there was a small piece of quicker moving water. I’m no expert on river rapids classifications, but I would say these “rapids” needed to pick up just “a touch” of speed to approach a Class VI rapids. However, as you can tell from some of the photos I took, one of the presumed guides had a bit of a struggle “shooting the rapids”…On our way back home we stopped by the Sam Nail Ranch, one of the features of the park. It is an old, abandoned (in ruins) ranch, tucked in amongst the thick cacti, with one of two windmill water pumps still working. There was basically only part of one wall still standing, an old chicken coop, and for the life of me I don’t understand the desire to locate a ranch in the thick cacti.

The next morning it was back to the Chisos Basin where  The Window trail takes you through the desert mountains to the “pour off” point where a spring fed creek goes over the cliff, they say falling about 200’. We got to the trailhead bright and early, wearing 43 layers of clothing because it was FREEZING! (Just kidding, we only bundled up in 21 layers. OK, OK, it was 3 layers, jeesh!) Off we ventured, down to the valley floor and out to the base of The Window. It is a 6.1 mile round trip hike from the store with some pretty spectacular scenery. Once we reached the “pour off” point, I made a wise decision not to get too close to the point to try & verify the 200’ waterfall…the edge is all slickrock, not many handholds anywhere, and the slickrock looked damp – bad juju if you ask me. We pretty much had the trail all to ourselves that early in the morning which was nice. On the way back, all the fair-weather hikers had arrived and there was quite a bit of them passing us. The last mile or so of the return hike is moderately strenuous, it had us huffing & puffing. 

Seeing that this was a nice, clear day, we decided to return for the sunset as seen through The Window. We had dinner at the Lodge, then hung around and waited for sunset to arrive. A couple of deer wandered by as we waited, then sunset arrived. There were no clouds to offer much contrast in the sky colors, but it was a cool sunset just as well.

We have come to the conclusion of our stay in Texas for now, time to start the westward march for Grandkid time, routine medical stuff, and overall family time back in Kalifornia. We had a nice time here at Big Bend N.P. and recommend a visit here any time you can find the time. Until next post…

02/02/2020 Southwest Follies in 2020

Jeanne found us a spot to do a little boondocking just outside the Valley of Fire S.P. near Vegas, at lat/long 36.444454 – 114.675583. It was on a nice & wide/level gravel road on BLM land with ample numbers of “sites” for rigs of all sizes. In fact, I was able to make a U-turn on the dirt road with our 40’ MH (with toad). We had all of (4) “neighbors” that were in visual sight but scattered pretty well. After set-up, we ventured out to let Jeanne do a little Jeepin’ in the area while exploring our new back yard. The weather here was cool but clear, 50’s-60’s for highs, and the lovely cholla’s were just starting to “glow” (you know, where the little prickly pods are starting to morph into the appearance of cute, but lethal, fluffy cotton balls…ouch!). A negative here was that our closest neighbor (100 +/- yards away) ran their generator all night long. Some folks just seem to think boondocking negates RV-etiquette of maintaining some semblance of “quiet time”. Thankfully, they left the next day. I discovered an additional RV-etiquette violation by this former neighbor – they had (3) very large K-9’s which were allowed to fertilize the edge of the desert (in a very prolific manner I might add). I don’t care if you do need a backhoe, CLEAN UP AFTER YOUR %$#&*@! DOG!!!!!!

We got up the next morning, gave Woodrow Wilson a walkabout in the desert, left him to guard Rosie the Bus, then we ventured over the mountain into Valley of Fire S.P. When we boondocked out at Government Wash along Lake Mead several years ago, we managed to sight-see most of the area except for Valley of Fire S.P. This day we drove the whole park, west entrance to east entrance, then Visitor’s Center up White Domes Rd. to the White Domes Trail. Because of time (Woody back at the bus), we were not able to hit all the features of the park, but did get a couple of hikes in (White Domes & Fire Wave), then got to see Arch Rock, Atlatl Rock, Beehives, Seven Sisters, the Cabins at Lone Rock, the Clark Memorial, Elephant Rock, and a drive around the Scenic Loop Rd. I do have to say despite this Park being a very scenic experience, as far as the level on my “spectacular meter”, it is not as high as was the “Bowl of Fire” that we experienced during our first stay in the area at Government Wash. It is still worth a visit. And for all you tent campers and smaller RV types, there are a couple of campgrounds with at least some sites for smaller RV’s with W/E hookups, those campgrounds/sites wedged in between some of the beautiful red rock formations.

Our next stop was a scheduled service for the MH & the generator at the No. Las Vegas Cummins shop. We were very satisfied with their customer service and work that they had done for us when we had the malfunction with the Bakersfield Cummins shop last year, so we decided to get our yearly service done here now. And they have several sites for RV’s out front, with E hookups. After a frustrating delay waiting all day for an air filter to be delivered, we finally were able to hit the road.

Waiting on an air filter at the No. Las Vegas Cummins

We were still in the mood for more boondocking and decided on the area around the big megalopolis of Congress, AZ. We needed some hookups to prep tanks and do laundry, so we returned to the North Ranch SKP park to do just that. We also did some recon scouting up on Vulture Mine Rd., an area we had previously boondocked at. There was also a boondocking area out next to the old Congress Cemetery we checked out. That one was a little bit rough as far as the dirt roads went. After all was said and done, we decided against a repeat boondock in this area. But before we lifted jacks, we spent a day on an 8-mile hike at the Granite Mountain Hotshots State Park. The park is a memorial tribute to the local Hotshots crew who lost 19 of 20 members in what was called the Yarnell Hill Fire back in 2013. The hike traverses through the Granite Mountains with a 1,200’ elevation gain and up to 8% grades, with sweeping views of Congress, Wickenburg, and Yarnell. Along the trail they placed memorial plaques for each of the Hotshots that perished during the fire. The hike was moderate+, I wouldn’t call it strenuous but it had this 60 year old and his lovely wife “a-huffin’-and-a-puffin’”! The plus was that it was mostly uphill from the start, then once we got to the observation platform it was only about 3/4 mile down to the valley floor and the fatality site. That meant the return hike was downhill from the platform…The fatality site has a memorial built around it, a very somber, melancholic atmosphere. I can only imagine the level of grief for the families of the firefighters, now knowing and seeing just how near the crew had been to their designated “safe zone”. That would be the ranch that appeared less than 400 yards from the fatality site. The park ranger we spoke with said “the ranch” had that designation due to the wide clearing of brush from the structures, as well as the stucco construction with metal & tile roofs. Such a sad note to end our stay in Congress, AZ…

So now we were eastbound and down. Our “goal”, if you want to call it that, was to get back to the great state of Texas where I need to renew my driver’s license (in-person due to the Class B endorsement) and get our Jeep & bus safety inspected (a requirement for Texas vehicle registrations that we have been able to waive in the years we were not present in state). We hooked up to I-10 outside of Phoenix and settled in for our stop-n-go eastward journey. In Tucson we found the Desert Diamond Casino & Hotel that welcomes RVers to stay in their back parking lot (free, dry camping). I never asked the security folks I talked to about stay limits, but the casino only asks RVers to check in with them if they will be staying longer than one week. We used our time at the casino to get some shopping done, then relieved the casino of a few bucks, only to feed it back to them a little later. We also checked out one of the many local microbreweries, the Sentinel Peak Brewing Co. It was created by a trio of firefighters “moonlighting” as beer aficionados. The beers I tasted were OK, just did not give me the “WOW” factor. Jeanne found a little Mexican restaurant touted as the nation’s longest running family-owned & operated Mexican restaurant (since 1922) called El Charro Cafe. We hit them for lunch and had an excellent meal, definitely one of the best Mexican restaurants I have eaten at.

From Tucson we continued East for a return stop at the Dream Catcher SKP park in lovely Deming, NM. With not a lot for us to see that we already haven’t, we got chores and shopping caught up, got to send for supplies at amazon.com , and even squeezed in a road trip to beautiful downtown Columbus, NM, which is a bordertown neighbor to Palomas, MX. You can all pass on making Columbus, NM your top vacation destination.

The boondocking lifestyle was still calling to us. Jeanne found Sierra Vista Campground (BLM) just outside of Dripping Springs Natural Area at the base of Organ Mountains-Desert Peaks Nat’l Monument, in Las Cruces, NM. We found it to be a very small (limited spaces) improved area in the desert just 7 miles from town. There are no services/amenities, it is free, and carries a 14-day stay limit. We lucked into a site that could accomodate a 40’ beast. It is fairly popular by the way it stayed filled up while we spent 8 days there. This area had some hiking trails running off into the desert, as well as some easy Jeep trails where Jeanne got to test her skills at avoiding brush scratch on the Jeep.

We ventured up to the Dripping Springs Nature Area (sans Woodrow Wilson), where Jeanne & I took about a 7 mile walkabout to check out the springs, Van Patten Mountain Camp (ruins from days gone by), Boyd’s Sanitorium (also ruins from the past), Fillmore Falls (alas, dry as a bone at this point in time), and La Cueva.

Old Town La Mesilla boasts La Posta de Mesilla as T-H-E place to eat for Mexican fare, so we motored on over one day to partake as well as walk the tiny town area made famous by the Billy The Kid imprisonment, trial, and where he was sentenced to hang. The food was real good at La Posta, as were the margaritas.

When we were last in this area, we never happened to venture much North, so this time we wanted to check out the infamous town of Truth Or Consequences (TOC to locals). We grabbed Woody and drove the hour and a half North to find the quirky town. We walked the main drag, checked out a funky used book store called Xochi’s Book Store, found the Truth or Consequences Brewing Co. for a flight of tasters, then ate lunch at Latitude 33, a little hole in the wall Asian Fusion style eatery with very awesome food. The beers at TOC Brewing were pretty good, they brewed a Belgian Tripel that was out of this world. The townfolk we spoke with mentioned they currently have a campaign on-going regarding re-naming the town…again. We learned the town was previously named something similar to Hot Springs, but back in the day the game show host for the TV show Truth or Consequences dared the town to change its name to that of the TV show. Lo’ & behold, the townfolk up and did it! Sounds like maybe they regret the name change…

While in Las Cruces, we managed to drive into El Paso where I found one of their Departments of Public Safety (DL bureaus). Boy was I surprised that my in-n-out time was just one hour and I had my DL renewed and ready to rock! We also found an inspection station & got the Jeep safety inspected (registration requirement). Now we just gotta get Rosie inspected (the bus).

Finished with Las Cruces, it was eastbound and down into El Paso, TX for a few days of lolly-gagging. We had a bit of a hard time trying to find an RV park with hook-ups (coming off an 8-day boondock) that was not full. But we lucked into the Mission RV Park on the east side of town. More chores (massive laundry), shopping for another upcoming boondock, and a tiny bit of sight seeing at the Scenic Drive Park were in order. El Paso closes Scenic Drive on Sundays and only pedestrian/bicycle traffic is allowed. The views from the road open up to a very large panoramic viewing of the towns of El Paso TX/Juarez MX, both towns only divided by the Rio Grande River.

Before leaving El Paso, we have to stop by the local Freightliner shop to get a couple of minor issues addressed. From there, we will be heading for more boondocking, hopefully at the Guadalupe Mountains Nat’l Park area. If not, then wherever the wind blows us, we’ll let you know next blog post. Stay tuned…