From Bakersfield
118 57.244)
When last heard from, I was camping at Roosevelt lake north
of Globe, AZ. Lyn and Linda Michaud were there as well and we enjoyed a number
of hikes designed to see a few sights, get my heart pumping and hips aching.
After the Michauds departed, I went for a day trip on my own to the Coon Creek
(aka Haemetite) Ruins. This was well worthwhile on my third attempt to locate
them as the ruins are well preserved but rarely visited, being quite difficult
to find and to access up a number of rough Jeep trails and a hike.
After the Michauds departed, I went for a day trip on my own to the Coon Creek
(aka Haemetite) Ruins. This was well worthwhile on my third attempt to locate
them as the ruins are well preserved but rarely visited, being quite difficult
to find and to access up a number of rough Jeep trails and a hike.
And on the subject of Jeeps - it is full, not only of dust
from my backroad travels but also mice as my traps have caught 4 of the little
critters, all, no doubt, bound and determined to eat critical parts of the Jeep
wiring.
It (the Jeep) has also developed a number of squeaks, possibly more
mice but more likely loosened bolts?
It (the Jeep) has also developed a number of squeaks, possibly more
mice but more likely loosened bolts? 
Feb 25th I left Roosevelt Lake
The phone signal was a bit better than the lower site (-87,
T-Mobile) but Verizon jetpack signal only just passable, occasional and 1X
weak)
The weather quickly turned very hot, up to the low F 90s (C
33) on a few days, and remained so long enough that I started to think that I
should make tracks to the north earlier than my planned date of mid-March.
Technically, with my coach, I could run the air conditioners with the generator
but that defeats the purpose of boondocking, so I didn’t.
In preparation for my trip north, I made a list of Oregon
Finally, I did decide the heat, winds and blowing sand were
enough for me and pulled the Plug on Plomosa
Road Lake Havasu
The first casino on my list was going to be Tachi Palace
in Lemoore , CA
but I didn’t quite get that far and stopped, instead, at the Golden West Casino
in Bakersfield Tachi Palace
in Lemoore but had to pull over on the side of the freeway as I had all the
warning lights and buzzers telling me to stop when I was no further than 10
miles out of Bakersfield Bakersfield
From Bakersfield
118 57.244)
When last heard from, I was camping at Roosevelt lake north
of Globe, AZ. Lyn and Linda Michaud were there as well and we enjoyed a number
of hikes designed to see a few sights, get my heart pumping and hips aching.
After the Michauds departed, I went for a day trip on my own to the Coon Creek
(aka Haemetite) Ruins. This was well worthwhile on my third attempt to locate
them as the ruins are well preserved but rarely visited, being quite difficult
to find and to access up a number of rough Jeep trails and a hike.
And on the subject of Jeeps - it is full, not only of dust
from my backroad travels but also mice as my traps have caught 4 of the little
critters, all, no doubt, bound and determined to eat critical parts of the Jeep
wiring. It (the Jeep) has also developed a number of squeaks, possibly more
mice but more likely loosened bolts?
Feb 25th I left Roosevelt Lake
The phone signal was a bit better than the lower site (-87,
T-Mobile) but Verizon jetpack signal only just passable, occasional and 1X
weak)
The weather quickly turned very hot, up to the low F 90s (C
33) on a few days, and remained so long enough that I started to think that I
should make tracks to the north earlier than my planned date of mid-March.
Technically, with my coach, I could run the air conditioners with the generator
but that defeats the purpose of boondocking, so I didn’t.
In preparation for my trip north, I made a list of Oregon
Finally, I did decide the heat, winds and blowing sand were
enough for me and pulled the Plug on Plomosa
Road Lake Havasu
The first casino on my list was going to be Tachi Palace
in Lemoore , CA
but I didn’t quite get that far and stopped, instead, at the Golden West Casino
in Bakersfield Tachi Palace
in Lemoore but had to pull over on the side of the freeway as I had all the
warning lights and buzzers telling me to stop when I was no further than 10
miles out of Bakersfield Bakersfield 
I had been eying the cloud and wind that had been forecasted and just as the
truck arrived, winds at 40 to 50 mph and torrents of rain combined into one
hellish deluge that made one think there might be better places to stand than
on the downwind side of a six-lane freeway with heavy traffic consisting of
semi-trucks swaying along spraying water into our faces. The “our” part of the
sentence above was shared with the tow operator who soon decided that getting
under my coach to hook things up was going to be far too difficult, possibly
dangerous under present circumstances and not as attractive an option as refilling
the reservoir with water and seeing if it would hold long enough to make it in
to the Cummins dealer (the “fortuitous” part) conveniently located back in
Bakersfield. This proved successful; engine temperatures remained stable, so
here I am at the time of this writing, camped at Cummins, plugged in to their
power receptacle and about to spend the weekend in a paved lot until the
mechanic returns on Monday to search out the problem leak. Hopefully, this will
all go on the extended warranty insurance policy that I purchased at the time
of picking up my coach last October. As I said to the lady who was dealing with
my “case”, I really don’t have a schedule and one paved parking lot is much
like another, only without the gambling or buffets in this case. Gambling is
not one of my pleasures and buffets can be replaced, either in-house or down
the road at a Denny’s Restaurant.
I had been eying the cloud and wind that had been forecasted and just as the
truck arrived, winds at 40 to 50 mph and torrents of rain combined into one
hellish deluge that made one think there might be better places to stand than
on the downwind side of a six-lane freeway with heavy traffic consisting of
semi-trucks swaying along spraying water into our faces. The “our” part of the
sentence above was shared with the tow operator who soon decided that getting
under my coach to hook things up was going to be far too difficult, possibly
dangerous under present circumstances and not as attractive an option as refilling
the reservoir with water and seeing if it would hold long enough to make it in
to the Cummins dealer (the “fortuitous” part) conveniently located back in
Bakersfield. This proved successful; engine temperatures remained stable, so
here I am at the time of this writing, camped at Cummins, plugged in to their
power receptacle and about to spend the weekend in a paved lot until the
mechanic returns on Monday to search out the problem leak. Hopefully, this will
all go on the extended warranty insurance policy that I purchased at the time
of picking up my coach last October. As I said to the lady who was dealing with
my “case”, I really don’t have a schedule and one paved parking lot is much
like another, only without the gambling or buffets in this case. Gambling is
not one of my pleasures and buffets can be replaced, either in-house or down
the road at a Denny’s Restaurant.
For the second time in a year, my I-phone has gone on the
fritz. Standing around getting soaked on the highway, I had the phone in the
pocket of my shorts, a reasonable place, one would think. It only got damp this
time as opposed to swimmingly wet last summer when I actually did take a dip
with the phone in my pocket. Anyway, right now it will only type certain
letters, but I can still talk to text or e-mail if necessary, so not the end of
the world. Once again the baggie with rice is in play to try and dry out the
phone and bring it back to its former self.
My new neighbour here at Cummins is a large motorhome,
similar in size to my own. He was towed in to the slot next door in the night
having suffered a flat tire and a loss of oil pressure, both at the same time.
It took his tow truck driver two hours to disengage the drive shaft on the
coach and another two hours to reattach it in our parking area. This is costing
upwards of $1000.00, a good reason to have a towing policy with someone. He
does have Good Sam but is not sure if they will cover the entire bill. Our
problems are similar – he with oil, me with coolant. My towing (just escorting
duty) cost nothing and we’ll see if I am as lucky with the coach coolant
repairs
Also on the fortuitous front, it was of interest to read on
the Internet about high wind and surf warnings along the Oregon Coast
side of a six-lane freeway with heavy traffic consisting of
semi-trucks swaying along spraying water into our faces. The “our” part of the
sentence above was shared with the tow operator who soon decided that getting
under my coach to hook things up was going to be far too difficult, possibly
dangerous under present circumstances and not as attractive an option as refilling
the reservoir with water and seeing if it would hold long enough to make it in
to the Cummins dealer (the “fortuitous” part) conveniently located back in
Bakersfield. This proved successful; engine temperatures remained stable, so
here I am at the time of this writing, camped at Cummins, plugged in to their
power receptacle and about to spend the weekend in a paved lot until the
mechanic returns on Monday to search out the problem leak. Hopefully, this will
all go on the extended warranty insurance policy that I purchased at the time
of picking up my coach last October. As I said to the lady who was dealing with
my “case”, I really don’t have a schedule and one paved parking lot is much
like another, only without the gambling or buffets in this case. Gambling is
not one of my pleasures and buffets can be replaced, either in-house or down
the road at a Denny’s Restaurant.
For the second time in a year, my I-phone has gone on the
fritz. Standing around getting soaked on the highway, I had the phone in the
pocket of my shorts, a reasonable place, one would think. It only got damp this
time as opposed to swimmingly wet last summer when I actually did take a dip
with the phone in my pocket. Anyway, right now it will only type certain
letters, but I can still talk to text or e-mail if necessary, so not the end of
the world. Once again the baggie with rice is in play to try and dry out the
phone and bring it back to its former self.
My new neighbour here at Cummins is a large motorhome,
similar in size to my own. He was towed in to the slot next door in the night
having suffered a flat tire and a loss of oil pressure, both at the same time.
It took his tow truck driver two hours to disengage the drive shaft on the
coach and another two hours to reattach it in our parking area. This is costing
upwards of $1000.00, a good reason to have a towing policy with someone. He
does have Good Sam but is not sure if they will cover the entire bill.
Our
problems are similar – he with oil, me with coolant. My towing (just escorting
duty) cost nothing and we’ll see if I am as lucky with the coach coolant
repairs
Our
problems are similar – he with oil, me with coolant. My towing (just escorting
duty) cost nothing and we’ll see if I am as lucky with the coach coolant
repairs
Also on the fortuitous front, it was of interest to read on
the Internet about high wind and surf warnings along the Oregon Coast
144: Ruin construction
154: Hiker’s lunch
155: Brittlebush
156: Me on highway before storm
157: empty coolant reservoir
161: Two coaches awaiting service
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