Monday, February 28, 2022

Embarrassingly dirty...

 

My mind?  Some days, but that's not what I meant.  The motorhome is dirtier than I have ever seen it.  The outside of the cargo trailer looks like marble, with the dirt swirls...


 I may just lacquer over the top of it and pass it off as marble paint.  ;-)

The last of the dust storm sign warnings in New Mexico...


Into Arizona...


Similar mountains...

We were off the road before 2:00, at an RV park connected with a casino in Tucson.  It would have been earlier than that, except I stopped at a Pilot to fuel up (they have RV lanes at this one), and the guy (and by guy, I mean: asshole) in front of me had pulled away from the pump, but not far enough to allow even a Smart Car to fit in there.  That's where it was when I pulled in.  After waiting 20 minutes, I went inside and asked them to make an announcement to have the owner of the truck pulling the large horse trailer, from Saskatchewan (Canada) to please come back to his truck and move it so others waiting can fuel up.  You know that old bit about Canadians being "overly polite"?  Yeah, not this guy.  When he came back to his truck, I politely asked if he could move it.

"To where - there isn't any room here!"

I said, "That's because you are in the fuel lanes - you could have put it in truck parking."  Apparently, he didn't like being called out on his stupidity, because he sauntered about for a while before he got in his truck.  Like I said: asshole.

I fueled up, visited with the guy across the pump from me, who was also held up by the Canadian asshole.  But, he didn't pull in there until after I had already been waiting for about 15 minutes.

That aside, the rest of the trip today was pretty easy.  Following the instructions I was given on the phone for how to check in here, I stopped at the gas station on casino property (they have a desk in there for the RV park), got checked in, and we drove to our site.  I made the mistake of asking if I could wash the coach, being very mindful of not wasting water or leaving any mess.  The girl had to go ask the manager - when she came back, she said, "Only RV washing vendors can wash at the sites, because they know how to do it without making a mess."

I should not have asked, and could have gotten it done... so we wouldn't have to pull in to our site dirty tomorrow.  That's what I get for being a nice guy.

The RV park here is new, and decent: asphalt sites and streets, gravel between the sites (you aren't going to see much in the way of grass at RV parks in Arizona.  I took a couple photos of our rig in the site...



We filled the site with just the motorhome and cargo trailer.  Joan parked the Equinox sideways and a bit in the gravel to keep it off the street.  You'd think someone building a new RV park would understand "big rig friendly."  And we aren't what I would consider a big rig.

I think we'll wander over to the casino to see what kind of restaurants they offer, and maybe I'll watch Joan play away some of Steph's inheritance.  Kidding, of course, my goal is to spend my last dime as I take my last breath.  The way gas prices have been increasing lately, I may have to die sooner.  Again, kidding... I still hope to live long enough to be a burden to our daughter.

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Finally found some warmth.  It was 38º when we left Deming, NM, this morning.  It is now 77º and sunny in Tucson.  This gave us the opportunity to try a couple other things that were replaced in the motorhome.  The patio awning works smoother than the one we had before the hail.  Also, this one is black and gray, so it matches the motorhome much better than the old one.  A definite improvement.  And, the airconditioning... the original one was loud.  This new one is whisper quiet - even on high it is quieter than the old one was on low.  Puts out more cool air, too.  Improvements in technology, I guess.

We had concerns that the extensive repairs would make the coach somehow less than it was.  Not the case.

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At the casino...

I broke even.  Pretty easy to do if you don't put any money in a machine or at a table.  ;-)  Joan, on the other hand, sat down at a machine while I walked a few laps of the casino.  When I came back, she was up about $70.  Another lap, she was up $80.  When she was done, she had enough to buy supper, pay for the RV site, and have money left over.  Nice!


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