Thursday, February 5
Another sunny and warm day at our camp in the desert on Ogilby Road, Winterhaven, California!
Having read many suggestions from readers about what might be the problem with my refrigerator, I tinker a little with it this morning. I give the outside compartments another cleaning. I also adjust the thermistor inside the refrigerator so that it’s no longer hanging off the fins. That has helped somewhat.
The freezer continues to keep everything frozen.
The refrigerator is cooling. Not as cool as I’d like. Enough that salad greens, a carton of milk for my coffee, and cooked meat for Bridget’s breakfasts are refrigerated sufficiently.
I should take the Best Little Trailer to an RV service place for a refrigerator tune up. After all, it’s been over three years. At least it’s no longer an emergency situation.
I didn’t take any photos today. The photos in this post were taken a few days ago.
Thanks to everyone who jumped in with troubleshooting advice and good luck wishes.
Not only did readers teach me a lot about refrigerators, I also learned from my reading on the subject that these camper freezers are not designed for freezing stuff. Rather they are for keeping stuff that’s already frozen, frozen. (I never thought I’d write a sentence with “frozen, frozen” in it.)
I’ve repeatedly packed the freezer with unfrozen stuff. I’ve been abusing the Best Little Trailer’s refrigerator!
Okay, back to our day . . . .
Bridget and I make a little trip into Yuma. The day is very warm, mid-eighties. One of my goals is to visit my bank. Before leaving camp, I research and write down the bank’s two locations in Yuma.
A simple errand, right?
Not so. I drive up and down and over and across Yuma and no bank.
A “golden hour” photo that I hesitated to post because it’s hard to believe!
Traffic is heavy. At one point I wheel into a Carl’s Jr and pick up a teriyaki chicken sandwich. I drive us over to the nearby Yuma Palms Mall parking lot.
Bridget and I share the sandwich. I put her in her black suit and walk her around the shady islands in the lot. Gee, there’s the PetsMart store. As long as we’re here . . . .
I go inside PetsMart and stride directly to the adoption center at the back.
Soon I’m walking my disappointed self to the PTV.
I continue to search for my bank, which happens to bring us near the Humane Society of Yuma. Well, might as well take a look . . . .
Again, no new crew member is found.
On the way out of the facility I ask a retired gentleman where my bank is.
“Oh, that bank isn’t here any more. Not since last Spring.”
Information I can use!
I stop at the Wal-Mart on Pacific Avenue and pick up a carton of milk, salad greens, and a package of flat bread. I hurry out of the store and across the lot.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Bridge. We can go home now. I’ve had enough of Yuma for one day.”
Another “golden hour” pic!
As we barrel down the interstate in rush hour traffic, I make a decision.
So long, Yuma. Tomorrow we’ll look for a new camp!
rvsue
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