Monday, April 18
The crew and I ride into Safford to see about new tires for the Best Little Trailer.
If Big O Tires has the right tires for the BLT, I’ll hitch ‘er up and bring ‘er in tomorrow. I remember seeing a Big O place the day we drove through Safford on our way to this camp. . . . There it is . . . .
Huh? No vehicles? What? Oh, they must have moved . . . .
I pick up a few groceries at Safeway.
Pushing the cart toward the Perfect Tow Vehicle, I approach a trim, neat fellow of retirement age who is preparing to leave.
“Excuse me, sir. Maybe you could help me. Do you live around here?”
He replies that he does.
I ask where I might find Big O Tires.
“They went outta’ business not too long ago. It was in the paper.”
He recommends another tire place, a local business. However, with us traveling so much, I prefer to buy tires with a warranty honored at stores in more locations than Safford, Arizona.
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Tuesday, April 19
I take stock of our situation.
The crew and I have camped here for eight days. We’re low on water. The waste tanks need to be emptied soon. Propane is okay. Groceries are good. The weather is warmer, both here and in higher elevations.
I putter around camp, research future camps, walk the crew, and watch Reggie tear into Armadillo.
A wind sweeps across the desert. I’m in shorts and a lightweight, camisole top. Cool air washes over the back of me, from head to toe.
It feels wonderful! It’s like standing in a refreshing waterfall on a hot day.
At dusk the three of us take a last look at the San Simon River behind and below our camp.
“You ready to hit the road again, Bridgie?”
I whisper a little prayer while the crew and I cross empty desert heading southeast on Route 70.
Dear God, I passed up a chance to replace the BLT’s tires. Please let them last a while longer.
We travel about 70 miles, passing through Duncan, entering New Mexico, and arriving at the junction with Route 90.
We’re on our way to Silver City!
Soon Route 90 has us climbing the southeastern edge of the Burro Mountains. This is Gila National Forest. We cross the Continental Divide.
At Gold Gulch Road, I pull over and park. The crew has a walk-about and we check the condition of the road, evaluating the possibility of a boondock.
Nope. We could get stuck in this deep, loose sand.
We keep going toward Silver City, leaving the national forest.
Hey, an RV park. A small one. Out in the countryside. This might be good for us right now . . . .
Next post: Life happens!
The crew and I tackle a “speed bump of life” that derails us momentarily.
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