Tuesday
Okay. Made some serious progress on the assets and liabilities. Got
started on the income. This job might work after all.
Discovered a robin's nest in the tree right across from us, next to the
river.
When we're plugged into shore power, we can watch an electronic display of
how many amps are being used. The electric hot water heater uses a lot: 12
amps. The humidifier and air filter we use take less than 1 amp. The
television doesn't take much. The furnace fan only takes an amp. We have
an exact count of how much electricity we're using, when it doesn't matter.
When we're boondocking, running off batteries, it doesn't trigger the meter.
Wouldn't it be nice if there were an amp meter in the system that would tell
how much electricity you were using when you had limited electricity to use.
I've been thinking about racquetball. I miss playing with Woody, even
though it's like being a rich kid and paying the other kids to be your
friend. If I give him money, I can play with a pro-level player, and he'll
play just hard enough for me to feel good about my game.
Living in limited space. This is a nice big motorhome, but it would be a
pretty small apartment. 300 square feet. That's not a very big house. I
like it. We have a nice living room. The bathroom is a little small, and
the bedroom is plenty big. I was reluctant to get slides. I thought it was
just more space than we needed. I like the coziness of the smaller space.
For life on the road, however, I'm a believer. The slides go out, and the
feeling changes. It moves us from traveling mode to living mode.
Judy found a big-rig-friendly motorhome park guide and bought it. It will
help us pick the sites we can fit in. This park is listed.
We like our motorhome so much. We have liked every motorhome we've had.
That's why it is so startling to hear people talk about how unhappy they are
with theirs. We had a neighbor with a new Holiday Rambler Endeavor. He
didn't like it at all. He had just come over Wolf Creek Pass and had smoked
the brakes. It's a diesel pusher, but it doesn't have a Jake Brake like the
Bounder. It has a PAC Brake. He describes it as a potato in the tailpipe,
and ineffective. He is going to sell it and replace it as soon as he gets
home. We rolled down Wolf Creek Pass in the right lane at 35 mph without
using the wheel brakes at all.
Another guy is driving a 35 foot gas Class A. He didn't get what he wanted.
They were moving up from a Class C. He wanted a pusher, but couldn't bring
himself to make the jump all at once. He's had it less than a month and
it's not what he wants. The repair guy in Durango is living in a Monaco.
He doesn't think it's very good.
Rags escaped. His getaway was thwarted, however, when he stopped to roll in
the dirt and I walked over and picked him up.
