The time had come. The quilt was done and I didn't want to overstay my welcome, even though I know Ray and Cindy would have let me. Mr. Cooper gave me his shy don't-take-my-picture pose before we loaded up and packed up. Actually, he's weird. He washes his eyes and face like a cat does, licking his paws.
One last look at the pear tree and the beautiful garden before I unplugged and headed out. Of course, only because Dave said he had a RATTLE, there was a RATTLE I could not figure out. It didn't help that the medicine cabinet wasn't quite closed and half the stuff fell out on the toilet. That was the first stop.
Second stop ... I STILL could not get the doors to lock. It's crazy. Apparently it is a child safety thing that even if the doors are all SHUT, you still cannot lock the doors when the engine is running. I turned it off and the doors locked. I think I've finally got it. Turned the engine back on and we were finally on the road ... in construction.
For Ray ... this time my GPS took me over to Hwy 111 and North. You see, there's no way to get to the freeway going south unless you drive WAY north and catch it up there. Soon we were on the Salt Flats.
The THIRD stop was me kicking over Cooper's completely full water bowl. It dispensed it's cool deliciousness all over my shoes and the floor. It took almost an entire roll of paper towels to clean it up. Big sigh.
In spite of the 80 mph speed limit, I cruised along at a nice 65. Of course that darn LANE ASSIST thing turned on again, which caused a lot of problems. There was construction with those big orange barrels, pushing you over into the white line. The lane assist thing went crazy, trying to push me back. The rig was going back and forth, back and forth! Finally I moved over to the rumble strip, which was AWFUL!! Past that was MAYBE 12 inches for that tire to ride without running off into the sand. Stressful to say the least.
We finally made Wendover where I decided to stop for something to eat. I was starving!! I found a gas station and pulled in, to find a nice parking spot. Oh yeah .... DONETTES!! They are terrible and dry, but the sugar fix I needed.
Okay Cooper ... let's go! The rig would not start. I took the parking brake off. Nothing. Foot on brake, push button ... key fob in pocket. NOTHING!! Oh but wait ... the doors lock!!!! I threw that fob to the back and grabbed the one in my purse. It finally started.
I slowly pulled out of the parking space but it would not go. It said the parking brake was ON. NO IT'S NOT!!!! I pulled it up and released it again. Nope ... we are not moving forward. BIG SIGH! At last it decided the brake was released and I drove right out the IN lane, making a nice man very unhappy. At last ... back on the road.
These are cool ... crossovers for deer and critters so they don't get hit by cars.
We went along fine until Elko. Time for fuel. I took the wrong exit. No problem, I'll just keep looking for a station. FOUND IT. A nice Shell station with a creepy guy in the lane next to me who walked SLOWLY around my whole rig taking a hard look. I just kept pumping fuel.
Finally done, I jumped in and locked the door. Phew!! Foot on brake, push button. NOTHING once again. I could have screamed. It's 103 inside, I'm sweating like a luau pig and I can't get it to start. I tried the second key fob. It kept saying it did not see the fob. "Put in on the hidden spot on the dash". WHAT hidden spot?
Please Lord ... just let me get back on the highway! I googled it. It appears the key fob battery may be dead. It's brand new ... how could it be dead. BOTH of them - dead. I found the hiding place, slammed the key fob into the hole and VOILA it started. It's a good thing, because I was about to give it to the guy still walking around the outside. So I guess now I'll have to find batteries for BOTH key fobs, but at least I can get the thing to start.
The drive is long and boring. Not much traffic and I was getting pretty tired. Finally ... at long last ... we were in Battle Mountain, not far from Winnemucca.
What should happen now? It started RAINING. Anyone have a clue how to turn the windshield wipers on?? Me either. I had accidentally hit the little knob on the end and they worked once, so I just kept hitting it until I was out of the rain. Good grief ..... what next?
Thankfully ..... nothing ..... at least not yet. I am happily parked in an RV park with the AC screaming as it's 96 degrees out. And then it rained once again. The good news is I MAY have figured out the AC. It doesn't work like normal units. I'll get into that later.
And so in a short time I will be off towards Reno. Please PLEASE don't let anything else happen. I admit, it's all stuff that I just need to learn about this rig ... but MAN OH MAN ... what a learning curve!