Wednesday, October 30
It’s a beautiful day at our camp near Lone Pine, California.
The Perfect Tow Vehicle needs an oil change.
Lone Pine doesn’t offer a lot of choices in garages. The crew and I motor into town and I stop at Casey’s Automotive. It’s a small shop. I notice a county fire rescue vehicle is there for service.
I inquire about an oil change and the man says he can take care of it today at 2:30. I ask him how much it will cost and he says sixty dollars.
“What does that include?” I ask.
“Change the oil filter, add oil, check the tire rotation and the brakes.”
“I don’t need the tire rotation because I just had new tires put on, and the brakes are good.”
“Well,” he replies. “It’ll be twenty dollars plus the cost of the oil.”
We have about an hour and a half to kill.
I drive back up the Whitney Portal Road and turn onto Movie Road to go into the Alabama Hills. The crew and I need some exercise and we haven’t climbed the boulders since camping here.
RVs were scattered all around this Bureau of Land Management land, tucked behind rocks along side roads, during the weekend of the annual film festival. It’s an easy place to find a level, dispersed campsite.
We make a big loop through the boulder piles. I check my cell phone . . . 2:15. I’m always a person who shows up early. It’s a lifelong habit.
“Time to go!” Bridget and I cut off Spike before he trots off to a destination only he knows. Together we walk back to the PTV.
I set out a bowl of water for the crew, and once they’ve had a good drink, we take off down the main street of Lone Pine. A lady remarks, “What cute dogs!”
I’m proud of the crew’s sidewalk manners.
They walk alongside me, their shoulders side-by-side. Spike lifts his leg on a whiskey-barrel planter in front of a restaurant, but I manage to whisk him away from it before he sprays.
We pause for a few minutes at the skateboard park and watch boys having fun. It disappoints me that there are no girls.
We mosey on back to the auto shop and find a seat outside.
Bridget and Spike are always good in this type of situation. They’ve had exercise and a drink, so they’re happy to lie down and rest quietly.
No wonder. It’s after three o’clock and I haven’t had lunch. A few blocks away I pull into McDonald’s. It’s been ages since I’ve had some fast food. I think the last time I ate at McDonald’s was in 2011 when we lived in Georgia.
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