Sunday, June 15
The crew and I motor over to the Juab County Fairgrounds in Nephi in order to pick up internet signal so I can make a blog post. While parked near the rodeo stands, a few campers pull out. There was a Good Sams get-together at the fairgrounds over the weekend.
In the afternoon, the crew and I hang around camp.
I wash a pair of pants and a shirt in the creek. Spike soaks in the creek. Bridget soaks up the sunshine. We walk the road for exercise. The usual stuff . . .
Later, after supper, we take the Nebo Loop Road up to 9,000 feet.
This photo is the view from Salt Creek Overlook.
Monday, June 16
Again the three of us go into Nephi to make a blog post. While we’re parked in the Wendy’s parking lot in the shade of a willow tree, a yellow bird flies at the side mirrors, apparently in love with the enchanting, yellow bird in the mirror.
The blogging done, we return to camp.
I read and putter around until four-thirty. Then I hitch up the Best Little Trailer, break camp, and the crew and I go back to town.
Tonight we camp at Harmon Tire.
First I want to take care of some necessary tasks.
Yesterday, while parked at the fairgrounds blogging, I watched a camper dump tanks and fill up with fresh water. Today we return to the fairgrounds with the BLT and do the same.
Nephi is a handy town. Now I can add free dump, water, and trash bins to the conveniences I’ve found here.
Note to self and readers: Fairgrounds=Animals and RVs=Water and Dump Station!
I let Bridget and Spike run around the fairgrounds.
No one is around. Once again I’m struck by the neatness and cleanliness of a Utah town. The fairgrounds are huge. A big rodeo is held here every summer. Large buildings and pens for stock are immaculate. No graffiti. No litter. Not even a candy wrapper or cigarette butt.
Around 7:30 we head over to Harmon Tire.
I find a level spot next to a vehicle with the Juab County Sheriff emblem on the door.
The tire shop is on a short street with a few other businesses on it. At this hour everyone has gone home for the day.
I let the crew explore their new home.
Bridget stays close by me. Spike, on the other hand, does not shirk his responsibility as protector. He makes a thorough check.
“Is everything copacetic, boy? C’mon, time to go in for the night.”
The Mt. Nebo Grocery store parking lot across the street empties. Other than a train blowing its whistle about fifteen times as it crosses town shortly after dark, the night is quiet. The interior of the BLT glows from the security lights on the shop. We have a good night’s sleep.
Tuesday, June 17
A little before eight, I back the BLT into position for her surgery. I leave Bridget and Spike in the PTV. It’s a cloudy, dark, and cold morning.
Trent doesn’t waste any time, immediately jacking up the BLT and removing her wheels.
“I replaced a Dexter axle on a trailer like this not too long ago.”
“You did? Why’d you have to do that?”
“Poor maintenance. They didn’t have the wheels greased.”
“Oh.” Gee, I’m glad this work is being done.
Trent recommends having the wheels greased every 20,000 miles.
“Most people go by year,” he says. “In your case, since your camper doesn’t sit for several months, you should go by mileage.”
“What do you think of Marathon tires?” I ask.
“Do you really want to know?” Trent replies with a touch of sarcasm.
“Yes, I do. People say bad things about them, but that doesn’t always mean anything.”
“I don’t think much of them. I put Maxxis on my trailer.” (Thanks to a reader for helping me remember the name of the tire!)
“How do the tires look to you? Are they okay?”
“Yes, they’re good.”
Trent calls a young mechanic over to replace the wheels and to put the new cover on the spare tire. He puts 60 psi in all three tires.
The spare tire has to be pulled out to release a piece of the old cover (I had to cut it off) and to insert the bottom part of the new cover.
I go inside the shop office. Trent has the bill ready for me and hands me the invoice.
“$79.13?” I remark. “That’s reasonable!”
After I pay, I invite Trent to read about himself on RVSue and her canine crew. I write my blog’s URL on a post-it note.
He smiles. “I will tonight when I go home.”
The BLT turns her newly greased wheels to take us to a new camp!
That’s the story for the next post . . .
rvsue
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