Couple Of Chairs

I bought a couple of chairs, and after a couple of hours sitting in the first one I wanted to get up and go outside. I couldn’t as the chair was  fastened to a Boeing. Even in high zoot section you don’t want to be sitting there as long as the flight  as those seats get more uncomfortable  the further you fly.

Atmost Fired Beethoven

My first chair had a pedal. I think it’s for in a emergency if the plane is skidding off the runway the driver will ask you to pump it like a brake in hopes of slowing that sky carriage down.

Seated Here You May Be Asked To Help In A Emergency

The first leg of my travels was also interesting as the woman across from me remained covered un in a flirtation cape, blanket  and coughed occasional like she had tuberculosis or her lung was loose. Fortunately, she wasn’t contagious to me.

My second seat on  a older 737 east bound for GEG was  way back on the edge of the high zoot section  and had no  pedal. Those senior jets must have had better brakes and needed no assistance stopping from the riders.

My first order of business once  the door was open was to get around the woman on the most forward seat, who on boarding fussed and fussed with her carrion bag, as she had to have blankets eye masks, head phones moisturizer, special hydration,  and who knows what all for a 45 minute  fright from SEA to GEG, and you guessed she had  to put all that stuff back in her bag to be able to pack it off the sky  carriage.

I said excuse me rather loud and she scampered back into her area to fuss with her stowing and not impede me and who knows how many hundreds  of humans that  were behind me cramed into the most popular  for airlines jet in the sky.

Once in the terminal I needed to use the restroom and did so.  I hadn’t been on the ground very long and was still adjusting to seeing no snow, and thinking that the light jacket I had worn from home where it was negative 27 when I left ,was going to be to warm when I had the misfortune of spotting a felon 47 cult member   in full regalia with a felon 47 hat but what really said I am a racist was the big red T shirt with printing large enough for the blind to read that boldly stated “ I’m charlie kirk, jesus and guns. “

Where Ice Gal lives, racism is wrong. Celebrating a racist is wrong. And being a racist is wrong. If you feel different then this probably isn’t the blog for you.

Stop With The Racism & Fascism

The van with a name roared to life once the battery cables had been connected to the battery. This disconnecting the battery seems to be working out.

With the van loaded and stocked up it was time to head out. But first I had to fill up with water, and doing so discovered that my water heater was now a artesian well. This was not good because with all the water leaking out the water heater, I had no water for flushing the toilet, washing dishes…

I Might Need A Water Truck For My Leak

I didn’t quite know what to do but down the road in Pasco I passed the Blue Wave RV shop. I had a really good experience with replacing the house batteries at their shop in Liberty Lake, so I thought why not stop and see what they could do.

Only one person in the service department, but he dropped his other jobs to come out and take a look at the van with a name.  Yes, the water heater was history, but Joe knew where the valves were to bypass  the heater, and after removing a panel under the refrigerator he closed the valves and now the rest of the plumbing is working great.

And the hot water not to worry, I found an new hot spring just a little ways past Burns Oregon called Crane Hot Springs. Definitely worth a stop if you are in the neighborhood. It even has a RV Park

Van With A Name At The Hot Springs RV Park

 

 

 

 

Anaconda

 

Years and years ago while watching tv with some friends, and probably using substances that were illegal then , but now you can buy at the corner pot shop.

The TV was showing Marlin Perkins Mutual of Omaha Wild Kingdom show, and they were deep in the Amazon. Now we weren’t really watching the show out of choice, it was the only channel we got.

But there was Marlin deep in the Amazon walking along with another guy and they came to a puddle that on tv didn’t look large enough to hold a catfish after a hurricane. When Marlin said “The only way to capture the giant Anaconda is to jump into its natural habitat  and wrap it around your body” the other fellow striped off most of his clothes jumped in and completely disappeared into the puddle. Soon the water was splashing about and the fellow crawled back out with a giant anaconda wrapped around his body

Now since we were using substances that were illegal then . We thought this was hilarious, we were ROTFL before it was a thing.

Marlin And A Anaconda

 Fewer  years ago, when I was meeting a motor bike compadre in Montana,   I saw the sign for the road to Anaconda. I thought it would be cool to see the huge mine, and the road  going  there was better than riding on  I 90.

The bike I was riding was the snake venom one. . It was bran new, but for some reason the heated grips quit working on this ride. No heated grips were not an issue until I turned down the road to Anaconda and the light rain turned to snow. No worries, the snow wasn’t sticking.

New Bike No Heated Grips Whats Not To Like

 Pretty soon the snow was sticking and by the time I got turned around Raynaud's Syndrome had made my hands dead. Luckly I had a pair of heated gloves in the saddle bag and I got those hooked up and got the hell out of there only stopping at the motor company outpost in Butte, where they took pity on me and pulled the parts off another bike so I could go along my way with heated grips.

For today’s run to Anaconda.

It Was Slow Going Getting Out Of The RV Park

My starting point was  Dillon Montana , where I went about my morning enjoying  my koffee , and then set about making the van ready for the road.

It wasn’t long before I had the interior temperatures perfect, had my jacket put away, and I started out.

This was not the way I had previously traveled, but highway 278 northbound was a welcome relief from the interstate, and I discovered some unique things to the area.

The gates were the first thing I noticed. I have not seen gates like these anywhere else.

Unique Gates Of Montana

Another interesting thing I spotted and  might be local  to the area are  giant catapults. ( you can’t be too careful living next to Idaho)  but I think they are used to load  hay that is not bailed

Giant Catapult

I saw a tractor pulling a wagon with a huge mound of hay, that’s why I think the catapults are used for that…

The mine at Anaconda is off limits. You can’t go there. It is more toxic than Chernobyl, and its surrounded by mountains of tailings, but no one seems to pay it any mind.

The only thing you can see of the mine is the stack that spewed toxins into the air everywhere.  But that was a long time ago.

Remains Of The Smelter

Memorial To The Miners

Anaconda, the town, is a great little town. Gas is inexpensive, the downtown was nice to walk around in. I never saw a espresso shop but there were lots of bars, and I’m okay with that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Interstate Observations

After our dry camping shakedown my RV compadre’s and I spent two nights in Page Arizona, we planned on doing  the  Upper  Antelope Canyon Tour.

The tour was well worth the cost, as the canyon is spectacular. If you ever used windows, you have seen shots of the Canyon, as it’s been used twice for backgrounds.

I took a lot of photos. Actually, I took a lot of lousy photos as you can’t bring a tripod on the tour like the windows people did

The Blue Lady

Chopping off her head was by accident

 

Inside The Canyon

My compadres have to take their machine to an aunt’s house in Saint George Where with the use aunties well equipped shop PEMA will be renewed.

Saint George The Dragon Slayer No Dragons Sighted On This Trip

Good Job George!

It is a easy drive from Page to aunties house in Saint George, but no one really wants to stop RVing so we decide to spend our last night camping in Kanab, and so we settled into the Kanab RV Corral and had a great time filling water tanks, emptying water tanks, and getting hamburgers from Big Als

After a night of driveway camping I give aunties resort 10 for 10, and now its time to face the Interstate

Kenworth Race Trucks

I 15 is like a conveyor belt of trucks, all moving as fast as the 80 mpg speed limit or faster.

I only make it to Richfield. The road is putting me to sleep. Camping was easy to find at a KOA that has drained all the water for winter, but it wasn’t a bad deal for just electricity.

A fresh start in the morning with the goal of Lava Hot springs, I fill up at the local station where even at this early time of day people abandon their vehicles at the gas pumps and go into the convenience store, or go to the toilet, take a shower, I don’t know what they do, but do they think they are the only ones on the planet that need fuel, and that its ok to just park there blocking the pumps. It’s not like there isn’t plenty of parking, most even closer to the store than the pumps.

Abandoned  Vehicles

Be considerate, and don’t abandon your vehicle at the gas pumps.

Back on I 15 and facing a morning of getting through the   1 million plus salty city built near the remnants of a inland sea I spotted the giant sign for LOVES.

I had plenty of fuel, but I kind of like LOVES coffee. I know its most likely comes out of a pouch like on the ships, or maybe its Farmer Brothers brewed in a Bunn, but it was still early enough for coffee and after yesterday’s sleepy time while driving I figured why not.

Fixing my cup and then waiting to pay I was only number 2 in the queue behind a fella that was flirting with the cashier, a woman who was an A+ graduate of the tammy fay baker school of cosmetology, and she had on so many layers of color, and mascara and other color things that I know nothing about and do not want to. 

She Had Kaleidoscope Eyes

Both of them were lamenting on the amount of animals killed on the road. I didn’t know what animals they were talking about but I assumed deer , and I was reassured when eyes said she hit a deer last year.

Me I wanted to say well maybe going 100 in a 80 zone and being rude , distracted, and unskilled drivers might account for how many animals have been killed. But then I thought they are probably anti-union republicans, and I’m not

My new road name might have to be Zipper as I have been keeping my mouth shut here in klan country.

 

 

 

                                                                                                                   

  

Classic Camper Caravan

 

Well, I met up with my ol traveling compadre  Maya Hucklberry the other day at Lava Hot Springs. The large state operated spring that you can walk to from the east KOA is closed for some major repairs. Seems the hot pool was sinking, and needed to be excavated and repaired, and that is just what was happening .

New Pools On The Way

No worries though as just across the street from the KOA west is the    Lava Hot Springs Inn

The Inn started its life as a hospital, and the outside retains that old institution look.

The Inn

 The inside look comfortable. The pools are dated but there is a pool with a temperature to suit you. The very hottest one was too hot for me and gave me a good case of rubber chicken legs to walk back to the van with a name.

After some soaking and some RV camper park camping it was south to the city that sits by a inland sea, but not actually to that city but to the one named Jordan after a city in the middle east where god delusional people have been fighting for their imaginary  friend from the beginning of time and most likely to the end of time.

The reason we had to go to the holy city was because Kevlar and Maya have resurrected a classic Winnebago Motor home and the van with a name was going along for the shake down cruise.

Pema

Now  Kevlar is a highly skilled mechanic and has been making the machine road, and camping worthy, and when he fired it up, I could hear the roar from quite a way away.

On our drive out of the holy city we skirted along on smaller highways than I 15. Our route took us through industrial areas, shopping malls, and semi-rural patches. At some point I hadn’t seen a church in some time and was becoming concerned. But soon off in the distance the spire of delusion appeared. .

We only did a short stint on 15 then turned off on a delightfully wide and empty of interstate traffic Highway 6.  The Winnebago proved its chops on the steep climbs , and soon enough we were at our destination of Moab, for some driveway camping and then some scampering on the rocks at the nearby  Needles Overlook, Minor Overlook, and  Deadhorse Point.

Needles Overlook

Needles Overlook

Potlatch Ponds Near Deadhorse Point