Yesterday morning Miss Terry woke me up at 6:30, and she’d already been up for an hour or so. Now, I don’t care what all you worm eating early birds say, morning sucks. Especially cold mornings where my nice warm bed calls out and says, “Please don’t leave me!” But alas, I had to. We had places to go and people to see.
Terry had put most everything away the night before, so it was a simple matter of checking e-mail for any important messages that needed to be dealt with, unhooking our campground utilities, pulling the slides in and the jacks up, and we were ready to go.
We arrived at Hansen Enterprises Fleet Repair (HEFR) right on time for our 8 o’clock appointment and Dave had the bay doors open and was waiting for us. I pulled the motorhome in and he went right to work on it.
Apparently on some Winnebago Ultimate Advantage motorhomes the fuel filter is easy to access and change, but not ours. It’s located between the frame and the starter, and the only way to get it out is to first remove the cables to the starter, and even then it’s a tight fit to get the old one out and the new one in. But Dave was able to get the job done pretty quickly and then he spent some time checking the engine out to see if he could find anything else that might have been causing the check engine light to come on. Finding nothing, he buttoned things back up and we paid our bill (which was very reasonable) and were ready to hit the road. If you are in the Verde Valley area of central Arizona and need any kind of mechanical service on your RV or tow vehicle, I can highly recommend HEFR. Dave is honest, knows what he’s doing, and will treat you right.
The fuel filter was apparently the culprit, because on the steep 55 mile uphill climb to Flagstaff the motorhome ran fine and the Cummins diesel had plenty of power. In Flagstaff we got on Interstate 40 eastbound and had an easy drive to Holbrook, with a stop along the way at the Flying J in Winslow to top off our fuel tank. We had plenty of diesel on board but since we’re going to be in cold weather for the next few days, I wanted the tank as full as possible to prevent any condensation.
We left the interstate in Holbrook, an ugly, dying town whose only claims to fame are the Route 66 icon Wigwam Motel, a petrified wood shop with some fiberglass dinosaurs out front, and the fact that it’s the gateway to the Petrified Forest.
But back in the days of the Wild West, Holbrook was a real hellhole and a favorite haunt of outlaws and gunslingers. It was here in September, 1887, that Sheriff Commodore Perry Owens got into a shootout with a family of outlaws, killing three of them and wounding a third in less than a minute. The story of the gun battle is included in my book Highway History And Back Road Mystery II, along with over 50 other fascinating tales we’ve found exploring America’s hinterlands.
We took State Route 77 south another 30 miles into Taylor, making good time on the nice two lane road, and arrived at my daughter Tiffany’s house about 2 p.m. Son-in-law Scott had installed a 50 amp electric outlet on the side of the garage for us, we have water available if we need it, and we’re using Tiffany’s super fast WiFi. All that and it’s free too! Life is good.
Of course, the best thing about it is those beautiful little granddaughters of ours, who smothered us with hugs and kisses as soon as they got home from school a couple of hours later. We spent the afternoon and evening enjoying time with Tiffany and her family, finally retiring to our motorhome about 9:30, worn out from our early morning wake up and long day.
We’ll be here a few days before we head down to Mesa and then on to Tucson for medical appointments and hopefully some warm weather. It’s going to be down in the 30s every night while we’re here, which is about 20 degrees colder than I prefer for sleeping. I’m sure glad Scott installed the 50 amp outlet, because I plan to give their electric bill a workout keeping warm while we’re here!
Thought For The Day – Whenever someone says "I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart", all I hear is "I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart".