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The Professional’s Take

Originally posted 11/13/2012

I dropped by the local post office this morning and waited 20 minutes in line to ascertain why they had refused delivery of the UPS 3-Day Select controller package sent to me General Delivery, putting me considerable dollars down. I showed him the label from the same vendor that they had welcomed a week ago. Their official judgement: “I don’t know.” That they refused delivery doesn’t help me, but that they can’t even guess as to why they refused really doesn’t help. That leaves me nervous about playing a rinse-and-repeat once the package shows up back in Chelmsford, Mass. Whose to say that the next attempt may not bounce, too? Without a cause identified, I’ll be playing Russian roulette with another $45 plus lose another two weeks if I lose the gamble. I don’t care who you are – that’s a lot of money.

So, I went to the laundromat to ask the guy there if I could use their street address for delivery and spend the day there to intercept the UPS truck on the day that it is scheduled to show up. He said fine, but also suggested that I have it delivered UPS Will Call to their Customer Center in Blythe, CA, some 24 miles away. It’s a UPS distribution center that the package passed through on its go-around. They would hold it for my pickup, and the counter is open from just 9AM-10AM each weekday. Hmmm. I’ll talk to the controller vendor tomorrow, since the package will be back in their hands then.

I’m camped on a branch off the Old Yuma Road, which now runs through BLM land. It’s a rough gravel track that now runs about 5 miles before petering out. I find it morbidly fascinating, since there’s no slight hint of Read more…

In Search of a Haircut

Originally posted 11/9/2012

My Internet search for a barbershop in Quartzsite turned up just one entry, a shop next to my laundromat. The next closest was 15 miles away. Unfortunately, this barber shop has vacated, since its owner has retired.

The guy who ran the laundromat is a friendly and very helpful guy, and told me that three exist. There was a cheapest one next to another laundromat in town, but he recommended one that was on my way back the trailer.

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That turned out to be Donna, who works out of a converted Jayco Recon ZX toy hauler (a travel trailer built to include space for motorcycles or ATVs in the rear). In her rig, this space was now her barber shop and massage therapy office. All she has to do to open for business is to pull down the big loading ramp and the huge screen that can enclose the rear opening. An 8′ x 8′ window is not a bad view while you’re getting your hair trimmed, I can tell you.

Her choice of a toy hauler is appropriate. She likes to ride her Harley Read more…

Palm Canyon

Originally posted 11/6/2012

Palm Canyon is part of the same Kofa National Wildlife Refuge that Queen Canyon is. It’s a whole lot easier to get to, I can tell you that.

 

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Actually, I visited Palm Canyon but did not take the walking trail to the center of the canyon where the palm trees are. The trail is purported to be rough and take an hour to get in and out of. That trail puts you within sight of the palms. It’s another 40 minutes to actually reach them over “a very rugged climb”. It was about an hour and a half from sunset when I arrived, and I would have preferred to have my trusty walking stick on such a trail, not to mention needing it to beat away the autograph seekers who frequently beleaguer me. Another time.

The palm trees are considered to be the only ones native to Arizona, as they do not do well in summer’s oven-like heat. They have survived here only because Read more…

Kofa Queen Canyon

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Originally posted 11/4/2012

The Kofa Queen Canyon is about 19 miles south of Quartzsite, and about 8 miles east. Why did I pick it? Read the Quartzsite Chamber of Commerce brochure: “4-wheel drive, rough road, unmaintained roads, only foot and horseback travel is permitted in areas bordering this trail.” I went. I saw. I conquered. But, not before wetting my pants. Several times.

To say that it is rough and unmaintained is to say that comedian Jonathan Winters had a slightly unorthodox style. It’s a rock-strewn trail, not a road, that slowly and arduously leads upward nearly a thousand feet over four miles of alarmingly bad passage. It contains many small dry washes that are abrupt and nasty, much like that kid you sat next to Read more…

Made It!

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Originally Posted 10/27/2012

As always, this day’s episode is a mixture of uh-oh and wow. The wow is that I went to the restaurant I overnighted at and had a breakfast of diced hame in scrambled eggs, hash browns, a biscuit and gravy, and coffee. Very well prepared, and very nice people, too. Drove the 25 remaining miles to the Bureau of Land Management’s (BLM) Quartzsite La Posa West LTVA desert dispersed camping site, paid my $180 to park here until April 15, dumped the waste tanks, filled the fresh water tank, and settled into a decent spot. They say it gets obnoxiously crowded by mid-January, but that’s then and this is now. My nearest neighbor is at least a football field away. I picked a location that would let me easily bike to town just north of here on the other side of I-10, so I won’t have to crank up the truck for every little thing I might need. As I type this, the cabin temperature is 75 degrees, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.

The other great news is that while there isn’t a cellular data signal to be had for love or money 10 miles east of here, this area itself has a strong 3G signal. That means I can do my thing on this blog at will (a very big point for me), email, the whole enchilada.

Working on the solar controllers will be the first thing I work on. I’ll need electrical power. Second thing I’ll need to do is well, remember the RV place in Huntley that lubed the bearings and said everything looked kosher? When I pulled in, I noticed a quiet squeaking
that I couldn’t identify. When I found my place and parked to chock the wheels, I noticed that one wheel looked askew and the plastic hub cover was gone. The outer wheel bearing had collapsed and lost its rollers. How long ago? I can’t say. A remnant of the hub cover had melted from the heat. The fact that I made it here without something catching fire or falling off is a blessing. You can call it lucky, if you prefer.

I’ll need considerably more blessing to get the hub off the axle stub with all the remaining bearing bits, particularly the inner race on the stub itself. Fortunately for me, if I succeed, there’s a truck and trailer repair place 20 miles away in Blythe, CA that can get the bearing set for me if they don’t already stock it. All they need to be able to do is read the number on the bearing. I’m not real enthusiastic about the idea of pulling the trailer itself there, even though that would be the easiest and fastest solution. That’s when YouTube-worthy events happen. We’ll see how the disassembly goes. Good thing I have the primary tools I’ll need, a jackstand, plus a still-in-the-box scissors jack.

Also I just noticed that one corner of the thick masonite sheet serving as the decorative facing on the main refrigerator door has pulled away and refuses to stay back in its proper position. What’s up with that? Darned if I know. Everything else is lined up and looks fine. No, it’s not all the beer bottles in the door shelves.

See what fun camping in a travel trailer can be? Always something to do, and always something to learn! The view out the dining window is pretty relaxing, though.

The view out the dining window is pretty relaxing.

The view out the dining window is pretty relaxing.

The Enterprise, with power module detached for Shuttle Mode. Hard to believe that someone felt that painting a large "Q" on the mountain in the background was a good idea.

The Enterprise, with power module detached for Shuttle Mode. Hard to believe that someone felt that painting a large “Q” on the mountain in the background was a good idea.

The naughty bearing. Notice that the decorative plastic hub  cover is gone because it melted and separated - there's nothing nearby to break it off.

The naughty bearing. Notice that the decorative plastic hub cover is gone because it melted and separated – there’s nothing nearby to break it off.

Both wheels are up on boards to level the trailer. I did leave the bad wheel lower to hopefully ease jacking and disassembly later.

Both wheels are up on boards to level the trailer. I did leave the bad wheel lower to hopefully ease jacking and disassembly later.

And the refrigerator's decorative panel vibrated out of position. If this helps insolation and so puts the beer in jeopardy, THIS repair will become priority one...

And the refrigerator’s decorative panel vibrated out of position. If this helps insolation and so puts the beer in jeopardy, THIS repair will become priority one…

 

 

 

 

Almost There

Originally posted 10/27/2012

Friday night, October 26: It was a good thing I decided to go for broke and get to a lower altitude. Without a data cell connection and with the only working radio in the truck, I had no clue that the “cold” snap at a low of 34 would become a forecasted 21 degrees the following night! The only thing I did know when I woke up that morning was that a cabin temp in the mid-forties was a bit brisk for my taste, and solar power or no, it was probably time to vamoose.

In contrast, the forecast for the Phoenix area is a low of 60 and a high of 90.

It was a long day of hopping about. I headed for a smallish town northwest of where I’d been, in order to get back onto I-40. There I found a hardware store to replace a blown fuse on the CPAP DC power cord, plus some screws and special washers for bolting the big iMac to the desktop. The hope is that I can move the trailer without having to swap the thing back and forth between its current transport and/or daytime location (my bed) and the official sleepytime location (the couch). The retaining system has to be good, however. It’s quite heavy, and all of its weight is in its glass screen.

I was in luck. I needed one of the two 30-pound propane tanks refilled (so the indicator claimed) and a refill source just happened to be across the street at a gas station. A nice lady came out and Read more…

Time to Move

Originally posted 10/26/2012

My multi-day tour of the Petrified National Forest is done, and I’ll be posting an article with pictures when I can deal with the logistics of being able to upload it without having to make trips to the nearest town and McDonalds for WiFi. That’s where this is being sent from.

The solar controllers are still going into float mode after just a few minutes of sunrise exposure, which means that the batteries are unable to get a charge. This time, another call to BatteryMinder Tech support produced instructions on how to recalibrate the unit to raise the trip voltage – the voltage that the battery must hit before the unit kicks into float mode. Definitely sounds like what I need. That involves taking each unit apart and turning a potentiometer with a small screwdriver. In my case, without a variable output DC power supply, I will have to make an adjustment and then keep an eye on behavior over the course of time. Could take many days to get right.

Unfortunately, a cool air front moved in last night and it got down to 34 degrees. That caught me a bit off-guard because Read more…

Mesas and Buttes and Badlands, Oh My!

Originally published 10/24/2012

This post has been delayed by the lack of a cellular signal where I’m parked at the end of the day Monday, October 22. The cellphone is still able to cut it, but the Verizon hotspot thingie can’t see a thing. Not all that surprising, as its internal antenna is probably comparatively gimpy, or perhaps a data connection requires more horsepower. Will another camper in Quartzsite will have an affordable tip of two to get around that? Fashion an aluminum foil dish? Hold up a saucepan in back of it?

After a rocky start with my fixation on fuel mileage (7.8 MPG at the beginning of the day), I was fearing a repeat day of yesterday. Plus, I seemed to be perpetually going uphill and never down. After awhile, I cranked the cruise control down from 60 to a humiliating 55. The speed limit is 75. Turns out the uphill thing was true – I eventually had to swallow to let my ears pop. East of Amarillo, NM I began what seemed an endless descent. Signs warned of a 4% downgrade, and I perceived that figure to be pretty harmless. How steep could a lousy 4% be? It’s such a small number! Pretty steep, it turns out. It was a toboggan run. No worries – the Ol’ Furd shut the throttle off and then clamped down when it got about 3 MPH over the set speed. After that, I felt like I was ascending again now and then, but one glance at the boost gauge told a different story. It was still downhill, just much less so. Weird.

Eventually, the mileage averaged out to 10.4 at the end of the day, not bad considering a headwind that varied from 10-25 MPH. I passed my two designated wimp-out stops and Read more…

Spitting Against the Wind

Originally posted 10/21/2012

As you read last, I was looking forward to an interesting day today, and I got one. It happens not to resemble what I had in mind, but it has been interesting.

The Blue Swallow Motel in Tucumcari, New Mexico.

The Blue Swallow Motel in Tucumcari, New Mexico.

Tucumcari, NM does have old 66 running right through it – four lane’s worth. Not much traffic at all, either. It’s referred to as Historic Route 66 down here, and despite Tucumcari’s need to have an actual functional business district, there were a few restored motels along it. They were outnumbered by the quasi-restored ones, though. One had painted murals of James Dean with the Porsche that killed him, as well as some other Hollywood movie stars. Interesting, but not true retro. I noticed that the pavement on many side streets was completely free of potholes and patching. However, it was smoothly disintegrating from sun exposure. The tar evaporated while the gravel remained.

I toddled on through the length of the strip in town, stopping to take a few photos, then drove west on 66 along a simplified map of the county. 66 is not marked or identified on any road signs while you are actually on it, so forks in the road are problematic, especially when what seems like the obvious way to go has  Read more…

More of a Guide Than a Rule

Entering the flat part of New Mexico! Before long, it begins a very gradual but steady climb.

Entering the flat part of New Mexico! Before long, it begins a very gradual but steady climb.

Originally posted 10/20/2012

A guide – that’s my travel itinerary – a fallback if I get boggled and am not sure where to be, when. Looks like it’s gettin’ pretty squirmy, due to today’s realization that there’s some mighty nice places to practice “dispersed camping” right along the way to Quartzite or whatever. Well, maybe not right on I-40, but not too far off.

I started off making a couple of mistakes along the way today, and with the truck’s fuel mileage returning to a more reasonable 11 MPG, I was able to gaze upon what looked like the narrow ribbon of old Route 66 running alongside the Interstate. Made me nostalgic, even though I never rode this section of it in my younger days back in the Pliocene Age.

My first mistake was stopping at the very upscale New Mexico Welcome Center just inside the eastern border of that state. I loaded up on tourist trap pamphlets, among which was one on Tucumcari, my next stop for an overnight. They had photos of the town’s main drag, which is old 66. The images were more eclectic than tantalizing, but still I’m wanting to go see some of it. Then I’ll head west along 66 itself until I hit Cuervo, then get back onto I-40. The photos of derelict gas stations and such were what effectively prompted this time-absorbing diversion. I had been scheduled for McHood Park in Winslow tomorrow night, a heroic 7-hour drive, but some time online produced a Read more…

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