Sunday, April 2…Written in the Sand (Old Dominion)

   Last night we got everything that travels in the overhead shelves snugged down so nothing would be tempted to jump over the edge onto the bikes. The ‘boom-bar’ (blue-tooth speaker) fell overboard last year…it didn’t hit the bikes, but it sustained some minor damage and that incident put me on notice that things can fall through the netting. So, I made sure everything up there was snug. We packed bags with essentials for stopping at hotels and finished up by packing chairs, bird feeders, the little vacuum and unneeded sheets and blankets under the bed. All items going in the back of the truck were also set aside in a pile. Having all that preliminary packing done made for a quicker clean-up inside the camper this morning.

   Inside was my domain and outside was Kim’s. Draining the tanks, disconnecting the hoses, lifting the stabilizers, etc., are pretty much the final stages of making the camper travel ready. And that had to wait until I was done with the water. However, Kim kept busy loading and arranging the truck bed…the backseat was being kept open for our hotel gear and Mom. On the way out we used the back seat for storage…whatever had been back there had to find a new home for the ride back to Michigan. We were busy from the moment we crawled out of the sleeping bags…no sitting around talking this morning.

   Of course, the very last things to be loaded were the bikes. And before that could happen, the camper had to be hitched to the truck. Moment of truth here. As happy as we were with the new truck, it hadn’t been put to the camper pulling test. Up to this point, we were only assuming it would be up to the task…but would it?  Kim was able to back right up to the hitch using the 5” x 7” back-up camera which eliminated the frustration that inevitably showed when I was tasked with helping. I held my breath as he pulled away from the campsite to drive in a big circle to get in a better position to load the bikes.  From my vantage point, the truck pulled the camper like a champ!  

   Time to load the bikes and wouldn’t you know it, the temperature chose this morning to get into the high 70’s before 11 o’clock. Sweat was drippin’ down my face the entire time we were tying down the bikes. Mission accomplished and we were in the air-conditioned truck, ready to hit the road at 11:10 a.m. Made a quick stop at the office to talk to Ryan and Ozias…on our way at 11:30.    

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   It took Kim some time to adjust to the differences in truck/camper combo but eventually said it was pulling great.  The truck had one last test to pass…going up the mountain on 70 East just outside of Las Cruces.  Strange things happened to the green truck when it came to making that climb. It’s like it was having an asthma attack and just had to wait to catch its breath before it would continue. That was an “Oh, Shit!” moment of monumental proportionsa. Kim was already talking about buying another truck due to the amount of anti-freeze the green used on the way out; I was on the fence about it.  However, the truck’s asthma attack pushed me right off the fence onto the new truck side.  Anyway, Kim was quite convinced the new truck “isn’t even going to burp making this climb” and it didn’t. We were up and over with no problems.  New Truck = great idea!

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   My mom had never been to White Sands National Monument. Well, then it’s time for an adventure.  We were going right past it, and it would have been a shame not to stop to see the sand, touch the sand and get a picture in the sand. The big question was ‘will the park still be open?’ Luckily, it doesn’t close until 8 p.m.  We drove through the gates at about 7 p.m., thankful that the sun hadn’t set yet so there was still enough light to see the whiteness of the sand. Drove until we saw some big dunes with a parking lot big enough to turn around in, stopped and got out to have some quick fun.  It was warm but windy…not windy enough for a dust storm but enough so that we could see the sand blowing across the surface of the parking lot. Wrote the date and place in the sand for a foot picture, Mom climbed a small dune and then it was selfie time over by a bigger dune. It didn’t take much time, but it broadened Mom’s life experiences. Isn’t that what travel is all about?

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   By the time we got to Alamagordo, it was dark; Kim suggested we find a hotel and get an early start tomorrow.  He’d already driven over 400 miles, Santa Rosa was about 175 miles farther and the likelihood of lodging between here and there was sketchy.  If it were just Kim and I, we would park the camper and just crawl in for the night; but the logistics are different with a third person onboard. Since the camper bed isn’t big enough for three people and that would just be weird anyway, the bikes would have to be taken out, the couches pulled down and the whole process would have to be reversed in the morning. We chose to do it that way in 2020 when we headed home from Arizona because the country was being shaken by this thing called Covid-19. It seemed the safe thing to do although it was very inconvenient and the bike thing took extra time
because Zeus’ battery kept dying when he was outside in the cold. Anyway, this year, we’ll be staying in hotels and the bikes can stay strapped down in the camper all night long. If their batteries die, we’ll deal with that when we get home. 

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40 Days of Lent opportunity: Listen to the sermon “Letting Go: Greed”. I haven’t done this yet today but I’ll have a whole lot of hours of sitting in the truck tomorrow to do it.


 

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