I'm also happy and proud that I actually stopped at an unfamiliar fuel station. Getting diesel is my nemesis. I've only had one bad experience, so it shouldn't bother me so much. I fretted the first hour of driving that I wouldn't have enough fuel to get to Quartzsite, where I always fill up.
Between the generator running the AC for about five hours and two trips to the Cummins Repair Shop, I wasn't sure I had enough to go 265 miles. It would help if my fuel gauge was correct, but it isn't, plus generator fuel doesn't record on the dash.
I saw a Pilot sign and at the last second said SELF ... Just pull off and get fuel so you'll quit stewing about it. I pulled off the freeway. It was straight in, pay the nice lady and around the corner to out. YES!!!!!
Clean ceiling fans make me happy too. Terrible picture, but I noticed this just before leaving the house. Good grief ... where did all THAT dirt come from?? There was enough on this five blade fan to stuff a pillow!! Only three fans to go, but that's for when I return.
Turning on the faucet and getting water makes me happy too. Not a single faucet in the rig had much more than a drip coming out. Once parked, I took all the gizmos off (the screen thingies) and soaked them in vinegar. Worked like a charm. When done, I stuck the shower head in too, just to be sure it would work also.
After five hours of driving, being passed constantly by trucks, as in a steady line of them (it must be drive-your-truck Thursday) I was ready for lunch. The only thing I could scrape up was a can of tuna. What about the pizza you ask? I only have enough for dinners!!
I was exceedingly happy to find an empty container for the tuna juice. I was even more thrilled when I poured the juice into the empty Advil bottle and didn't spill not ONE drop!! SCORE one for me!!!
That's when I had my only non-happy moment. I got an email saying our Golden Spike Chapter has to bring a gift bag to the meeting in Hanford for the Ladies Tea at the January Rally. Rather short notice. I'm headed to Hanford now and I rarely unhook my Jeep when traveling, to trot about town. The only quick thing I can come up with is Starbucks ... or maybe a Cold Stone gift certificate, which I doubt they have in beautiful downtown Dairy-Capital-of-the-Valley Hanford.
I was interrupted in my thoughts however as I tried to light my gas stove and heat up one of my amazing pieces of pizza. Boy was I looking forward to this, not having had any bread in ages. The stove wouldn't light. Ughhhhhhh.
I went outside and found the tank turned off. Okay ... now it will work. Click click click ... again and again. By then I was ready to eat the pizza FROZEN. At long last I smelled gas and hit the igniter one last time. SUCCESS!!! Or not, as I had no lid to put OVER the pizza in the pan so it would warm up before it burned. Yes, I could nuke it, but if you've ever tasted pizza warmed up in a frying pan, you'll never nuke again.
At last, I scrounged up a cookie sheet. In 15 minutes I had PERFECT PIZZA, which put a BIG smile on my face. I savored every single bite. THIS makes me happy!!
I'll be getting a late start this morning as I only have a two hour drive to a new-to-me RV park in Indio. With the high temperatures, I really need a 50 amp hookup for AC. See you there!!