Tuesday, May 17
The crew and I are at the laundromat in Bluff. Doing laundry follows a certain order which must not be disrupted in any way.
Step 1: Take the dirty laundry into the laundromat.
Step 2: Fill the washers and start them up.
Step 3: This is the part that must be adhered to without fail — Return to the Perfect Tow Vehicle and take Bridget and Reggie on a walk around the laundromat.
We’re the only customers at the laundromat today.
Next we motor across the street to K & C Grocery.
I’m disappointed there isn’t much produce. I buy a few items and we head back to camp.
Now that the two runner rugs are perfectly clean, I can’t very well put them on a dirty floor, now can I. I get on my hands and knees with a bucket of water and rags. Cleaning the floor, I notice the fiberglass could use some attention, and the refrigerator . . . And so it goes.
Eventually the Best Little Trailer is clean, the bed has a clean quilt, comforter and shams, clean clothes hang in the closet and are folded in the drawers. . . . It’s good to have all that done!
Wednesday, May 18
In an uncharacteristic burst of energy and motivation, I wipe down the Best Little Trailer with a wet cloth, drying her to a shine as I go.
Yesterday I noticed that you can take a shower at the laundromat. The crew and I head into town!
The shower stall is kind of old and shabby, but it’s clean and the water is hot. The cost is $2.50.
Back at the campground, I stop at the water spigot and fill up 10 one-gallon jugs.
Thursday, May 19
I don’t know where this day goes. Other than the two daily roll-and-strolls with the crew, I piddle the day away. I play 7,000 games of fetch-the-Bite-Me-flea toy with Reggie, play several games of online mahjong by myself, study the Benchmark atlas in hopes of coming up with a plan, and research possible camps online. Oh, and take a nap. And eat.
Friday, May 20
Around one o’clock I park the Perfect Tow Vehicle in the shade of a cottonwood across the street from the Twin Rocks Cafe.
“Okay, you two. Be good. This isn’t going to take long. I’ll be right back.”
To a chorus of canine screams, I cross the parking lot and enter the cafe.
She hands me a menu and shows me where I can sit to wait, after paying at the register at the entrance to the gift shop.
I choose to order a Navajo taco.
I order the taco with vegetarian chili.
I pay and then browse the gift shop while my taco is being prepared.
Of course there’s a collection of t-shirts. Some say “Bluff, Utah,” while others make it possible for you to display artwork on your chest (or maybe your belly).
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I wander over to the jewelry case.
In typical RVSue fashion I don’t buy any earrings. Instead I photograph them!
Oh, and if you want corn cobs hanging from your lobes, all you need are 14 bucks!
The hostess hands me the bag containing the Navajo taco.
When I climb into the Perfect Tow Vehicle, Bridget and Reggie smell the taco and figure it’s chow time.
“No, no, no, we’re taking this home. I’ll let you have a few bites of the crust when we’re home.”
How is the Navajo taco?
It’s tasty and filling. The salsa is fresh. The fry bread is great.
However, trying to keep the taco away from the crew while driving home, something was lost in the presentation.
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