Telephone Call: Hey Dan ... what's the air brakes PSI supposed to be?
Dan: What does it normally run?
Me: Heck if I know.
I'm in panic mode. Everyone at the rally had terrible problems, from no brakes, to air bag leaks, to no brake pads and more. There were two separate trips to Colorado Springs. I just knew my time was coming. So when I pulled out of the Loves Truck Stop and hit that first big hill, not sure if I had air brakes, I pulled over and gave Dan a call.
Turns out it was all okay, especially when I did the math right the second time. 120 is much better than 80. Big thank you's as Dan explains Nancy's dumb question #396. And so I was off to the big town of Newberry Springs.
This is the big La Quinta built just across the street from the RV park in Williams. This wasn't here the last time I stayed at the Grand Canyon Railroad RV Park.
And this is the brewery/restaurant next door that has no name. This wasn't here either.
The scenery started off very hazy, but got better as time went on.
I kept a close eye on my pressure gauge as row after row of beautiful yellow flowers kept me company.
Hey ... cattle! Half of this crew had about 20 head gathered together, waiting for this half to show up and help. No idea what they were doing since I was past them in a flash.
Kingman was .... well Kingman. Hot and an even more terrible highway, if that's possible. It did get better eventually. I just drove by Needles without a blink.
Cruising right along, I've been here before. This is right at the turnoff for Lake Havasu City. It was pretty hot by this time and there were about 20 boats in the water. Nice!!
At long last, 6 hours later, I arrived in beautiful downtown Newberry Springs RV Park. Everything went well at first. It's a 50 amp full hookup for $35. What more could you ask for? How about power! Not an hour later, one more huge fifth wheel pulled in and plugged in. My power went out immediately. Low voltage. My handy dandy EMS system saves my electronics again.
I grumbled a little since the rig next to me had both it's air conditioning units running full blast with no one there. If they even turned ONE off, I might have had power. Good thing I have lots of diesel, because I ran my generator for a couple of hours to keep cool.
It's 98 degrees, in case you were wondering. So as much as I thought this was a great find, I was wrong. My Energy Management System will not let my rig work on low voltage. When I checked this morning, it said 115 on both legs.
For your hot sweaty pleasure, there is a pond, rather green and weird looking, but it's water ... and helps me think I'm cool.
To go along with that, there are quacking ducks. How fun is that? At least Cooper thought they were worth a chase.
And so it goes as I head home. I'll get fuel again in Barstow and be home by maybe 1:00 ... just in time to hit the Pumpkin Patch!! It appears I just MIGHT get Monday off. That would be a blessing so I can rest up and unpack. Can't wait to get home.