Sunday, April 15
The crew and I are camping without hookups at Cieneguita Camping Area in Las Cienegas National Conservation Area a few miles north of Sonoita, Arizona.
We’re almost out of drinking water.
I toss Reggie and Roger into the Perfect Tow Vehicle for the ride into town. Previously I filled up one-gallon jugs with water from a spigot at Empire Ranch, here at Las Cienegas. That water is for bathing, washing, cleaning, cooking, coffee, and the crew’s water dish.
I drink bottled water sold in stores.
On the way to Sonoita I see a pronghorn on a hill!
Although he/she is at the furthest limit of my zoom lens, the photos come out clear enough to share here with you. So they’re a little fuzzy. I don’t know about you, but, when I see a pronghorn on a hill, that pronghorn IS fuzzy.
At the Dollar General store . . .
I buy water and orange juice. The cashier is the only contact I’ve had with another human being, other than the attendant at the state park and the cashier at Patagonia Market, in several days. We don’t speak other than “thank you” and “you’re welcome.”
If you’re a regular reader of my blog . . . .
And if you’ve been paying attention, you know I’ve been wanting to have the PTV’s transmission serviced for quite some time. I want transmission “specialists” to drop the pan, flush the system, and put in a new filter.
I thought I’d have this done by now.
It was my goal while camped for several weeks in Blythe, California. I didn’t have it done because there wasn’t a transmission place there that I wanted to patronize. And maybe some procrastination figures into it, too.
Well, I can’t put it off any longer, as I notice that shifting into drive isn’t as — how shall I say? — isn’t as “definite” as it should be. In other words, sometimes it doesn’t go into drive at all.
I’m hoping it’s simply a matter of the fluid losing viscosity and not something worse. The transmission hasn’t lost any fluid and what’s there doesn’t smell burnt.
And that there is the extent of my transmission diagnostic skills.
I come out of Dollar General and slide into the driver’s seat.
Saying a little prayer, I turn on the engine and ease the gear shift to “Drive.”
“Hallelujah, boys! We’re goin’ home!”
Monday, April 16
We stay at camp all day. I procrastinate about federal income taxes all day. The only reason I don’t procrastinate about state income taxes all day is because South Dakota doesn’t tax income. Believe me, I would if I could.
I find a few crew photos previously overlooked.
These were taken the day before we changed campsites.
Tug-of-war is in progress.
Roger wins this round!
Post-game sportsmanship: Nibboes from the winner!
Tuesday, April 17
Another day at camp!
I e-file my federal tax form. I also set up a time to have the transmission checked.
I’m so proud of these accomplishments that I make a tostada for lunch and put together this blog post.
Wow! All of the above in one day! I may join the crew in a nice nap!
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