We've finally launched on our first post-BigC RV trip. Left L.A. on Thursday the 11th. Actually, we left twice. We got as far as Santa Monica when I remembered I had not disconnected the Camry's battery. Since we'll be gone for 7 weeks, and I'm too cheap to ruin a new battery, we U-turned and motored on back. we finally got underway for good at about 11:30. At least the traffic was light. First stop was Montclair for the Lazy Daze factory where we lightened the wallet for a few more wants, like insulated roof vent covers, another set of ramps, etc. Then it was Camping World in San Berdoo where I had hoped to get the generator's (the Onan in the coach) oil changed. They were booked up, so we'll put that off. This was something I tried to do myself before we left, but the Onan idiots use Torx screws to hold on a cover that hides the drain plug. Bought the right size at the store, but in a screwdriver mode, which is all they had. No joy, the damn things were frozen on and even using an assist from vice grips wouldn't do the trick. Sigh. It should be so easy, but U.S. manufacturers obstinately make things needlessly hard.
After Camping World we headed east on I-10 and promptly hit the Mother of all dust storms somewhere around Indio. Huge winds, no visibility, so we pulled off at a casino to wait it out. The stop sign at the casino was spinning completely around, like Megan's head in the The Exorcist, only faster. After 40 minutes, we could see blue skies, and the wind was down to 30mph, so we pushed on to the southern entrance of Joshua Tree N.P. The campground there (only $7.50 with our federal geezer card) is about 8 miles off the highway, and up in some mountains, so it was dead quiet the whole night. Dry camping, but they had spotless bathrooms, so we didn't have to use our tank. Not much to see there, but a good place to stop for the night. The moon was almost full and the desert at night is weird-neat. Tried to get a T.V. signal, and got 9 stations --- all of them Spanish. Which country are we in?
Next morning we literally rolled (in neutral) back down the road to the highway. Hey, saved us at least a half gallon! Settled down on the I-10 for the cruise to AZ at a liesurely, but economical (all things are relative) 58mph. Sparse traffic and the truckers were entertaining on the CB, at least the ones we could understand. I do believe some of them were using olde English from the sounds. Waited until we crossed the border to get gas, and saved about 35 cents per gallon. A nice fellow came over while we were fueling and suggested we might want to put our T.V. antenna down. Gulp. We had driven all the way from Joshua with it slicing through the air. (Seems to be working all right.) Guess everyone has to do that at least once. I'll start with the routine of hanging something on the steering wheel as a reminder.
We pressed on to Gila Bend where we stayed at Augie's Quail R.V. Park at the magnificent sum of $23 a night for full hookups. The power for the A/C was very welcome. This is a very well-maintained park and, at the price, is recommended. Uneventful night, save for the occasional train whistling in the distance. Off the next morning, we stopped just down the road to get the rig weighed now that we have the rack and the bike on the back. We tip the scales at 12,380 pounds, but the distribution is definitely skewed more to the back: 8900 rear and 3480 front. That's lighter in the front than before, so hanging those pounds that far behind the rear axle is unloading the front end a bit. Steering seems just fine, though, but I bled a few pounds off the fronts to adjust to the lighter weight.
We switched over to I-8 for the run into Tucson and passed a nasty looking rollover in the westbound lanes. Looked like a fatality for sure, and it had the freeway shut down in that
Sunday morning we went shopping at Loew's for a helmet lock and other junk, then to WalMart for a few items, then back to the rig with the Sunday paper. We can carry a remarkable amount of stuff on the scooter. In the afternoon, we took a 20 mile hop down to the Mission San Xavier Del Bac, which Loni had seen as a child on one of her parents' whirlwind driving vacations. It's pretty neat inside, with a lot of wooden figurines. The exterior is undergoing renovation/repainting, so there's scaffolding and nets over half of it. Well worth visiting.
Monday dawned with news of the Lehman debacle and ML selling itself. Yuck. Off with the T.V. It also dawned with wind gusts of 30mph or more, so we bagged the notion of doing the 40 miles or so loop of the AZ Desert Museum. We'll save that for hopefully calmer days tomorrow. Instead, we went down to the Pima Air Museum, and got wind blasted on that ride instead. The scoot actually is pretty stable in the wind, so we didn't have a lot of trouble, but it required extra attention. If you like air museums, Pima is a must-see, with all sorts of military craft and even JFK's prop-driven Air Force 1.
Tuesday (today) was a little less windy, but still enough for a "challenging" scooter ride. We headed off into the hills to the West to the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum. Nice mountain rode with plenty of twisties and very little traffic. The Vespa climbed like a champ, but cornering is definitely a low-speed operation. It tends to understeer which makes for exciting moments.
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