They fabricate; they do not install.
It is triple digits and Jake loans his bed to Herb to lie on for protection against frying on the parking lot.
|New Brake Line|
In four hours we are on our way again, trying to get past Phoenix before rush hour in the afternoon.
In the rear view mirror we see police cars with lights flashing; they pass us; then we see officers with orange safety vests waving us to slow. Ahead is miles and miles of stalled vehicles awaiting removal of -- we don't know what -- from an accident. On the shoulder of the highway six tow trucks pass.
We have plenty of diesel and run the AC while we wait. It is heartbreaking to see other drivers with their windows open, sweltering.
After an eternity, traffic begins to move and we pass the scene of the accident. It appears to be an 18 wheeler.
We pray for those involved, and begin to search for our camp for the evening. Not having made many miles today, we are still in Arizona and find a welcome from Gateway Ranch RV Resort in Salome, on Hwy. 60, a few miles off I-10 and about 50 miles from the California state line.
Find Willie's Tug....
Triple digits hot and we walk Jake to explore the grounds, wearing shorts and sandals.
|Jake Meets Yard Ornament|
We find a second area that is not being used, but appears to have been a golf course.
Since I am writing this much later, I must say a whole week went by before we learn how we got more than our money's worth....
Willie of Willie's Tug,
and of Walldog, Willie and Jake
Tuesday, May 14, 2013