Friday, January 8
Sunshine returns to our camp in southeastern California! Yesterday’s cold and grey clouds are gone.
The crew and I make up for a day indoors with a long and brisk walk together.
While following the two canine hineys, I tackle heavy thinking.
Such as, what shall we do today?
First of all, we have to soak up some rays.
Reggie attacks a chew bone. Bridget keeps a sharp eye on the camera.
I settle into the lounger and work on a second cup of coffee.
Hmm. . . . We’re almost out of water. The fresh water tank is empty and only two of the one-gallon jugs are full.
I get up and rummage around in the PTV until I find the bag that contains the funnel. Then I empty those two gallons into the fresh water tank.
“Okay, pups. In you go! We need water.”
The Perfect Tow Vehicle carries us south on Ogilby Road to Interstate 8.
I can see Algodones Dunes on the horizon as we board the interstate and go west.
The speed limit for two-axle vehicles on the interstate is 75 mph. The PTV doesn’t often have a chance to show her stuff. She’s either towing and kept at the 55 mph speed limit or she’s on the streets of a town running errands.
I push her up to 75.
This’ll do her good!
We exit at Gray’s Well.
I make a quick turn-around as this is a fee area for the RVers who camp here with their motorized toys.
Gosh, it’s hard to take a photo without wires in it!
White seems to be the color of choice with this crowd!
We return to the interstate.
The next exit is a rest stop that has water spigots and trash dumpsters. It’s a tricky exit because the rest stop is between the east and west lanes which means we exit on the left side of the road.
Truckers stop here to catch some sleep.
This is the worst I’ve ever seen it, and, in my experience, it’s never been tip-top. The big cottonwood trees have been cut down. Someone left their trash where they dropped it, rather than take it over to one of the nearby dumpsters.
It’s hard to figure why people do stuff like this.
I pull up to the spigot and unload twelve empties from the passenger side of the PTV. Reggie peers out. Bridget knows the drill.
I set down a piece of wood to keep from stepping my Bearpaw boots in mud. The water pressure is high and soon all the jugs are filled and loaded into the PTV in front of the passenger seat.
This trucker is a long way from home!
On the way out of the rest area, I toss a bag of trash in the dumpster. We zip eastward on the interstate and soon we’re on Ogilby Road again, passing the camps of fellow RVers.
Gee, almost everyone has left. There’s that one guy in a van and the other guy in the Class A . . . .
Bridget and Reggie look out the windows.
The difference in ride on the sandy lane after paved Ogilby Road alerts the crew that we’re almost home. The scene ahead of us causes me to put on the brakes and pick up the camera.
I park the PTV next to the BLT’s tongue and plug her in. I lift the crew to the ground and we go inside for a late lunch.
“Well, that’s enough work for one day!”
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