Three hours. It couldn’t have been better. We’ve had the DataStorm (satellite dish) worked on before, but not by the manufacturer. This is home base, in Salt Lake City, the place they make it.
Wendy, customer service made sure we got immediate attention when we came in. They don’t want us to be as disappointed with our dish as we have been. Mitch worked on it for three hours, replaced several parts, and resolved some corrosion. It works again. No charge. We’re good to go.
Even with the three-hour layover in Salt Lake City, we still had time to drive on to Snowville Utah. Lottie-Dell RV Park. Twenty-five dollars a night, includes one bucket of golf balls, and like Santa Fe Skies, the park is lined with old farm equipment. Chuck Wagon Café for dinner, right across the street from the motel we stayed at thirty-five years ago when it was twenty below zero and we were on our way to Seattle for Christmas. The Volvo wouldn’t start at twenty below even though we left it plugged in all night. I remember the tow-truck pushing us up and down the street the next morning, rear wheels locked and skidding until they finally broke free and turned so the push-start would work.
Tonight, we ate at the Chuck Wagon Cafe, even though the fire in the grasslands just north of us burned down ten power line poles earlier today and there is no electricity. The cook worked by flashlight over a propane stove.
The air tastes a little bad, but all that smoke from the fire makes for great sunsets. It is still hot outside, but we have air conditioning because we have the generator and plenty of fuel. I think this trip is going well, considering. Day after tomorrow, Bend Oregon to get some work done on the coach. Tomorrow? Who knows? Somewhere in-between.
