Finding Myself, One Mile at a Time
Safe in the Arms of Love
Safe in the Arms of Love

Safe in the Arms of Love

At an average pace of 240 miles per day, it took 14 full days to reach my sister’s place on the Nevada California border.  No doubt about it, I was ready to hang up my keys for a while.  I needed to regroup and tackle a few repair and maintenance tasks. 

One of the things you take for granted when you live in a “house” is the simplicity of online ordering.  On the road, you can try and plan, making well timed use of Amazon lockers, but procuring auto parts or planning a 12v power update aren’t realistic unless you have an address.  On top of that, but Black Friday was also looming. 

Glow plugs had to be my top priority but during the research and subsequent installation I discovered I needed a turbo intake seal and might as well get my hands on a fuel filter too.  God only knew when the last time it was changed.  I was more than a little pleased that the glow plug install went smoothly under the watchful eye of my sister’s partner.  I think he was a little shocked when I told him I wanted to attempt it myself before he “helped”.

I stayed put for 19 days, with one eye on the forecast, before it was time to make tracks for the safety of the Nevada plains.  Those days were filled with turkey and all the fixings, homemade sour dough bread – Heidi has perfected her technique, multiple dog walks, hot showers, and laundry.  In the RV maintenance department, there was a refrigerator removal and reinstallation to facilitate the replacement of the condensation drain tube, a bathroom tap replacement – I forgot to turn on the furnace one night and froze the 16-year-old plastic set, a failed attempt at removing the EGR for cleaning, the removal of the convection microwave that no longer worked, and the addition of hundreds of fairy lights above the big side windows.

It was bittersweet traversing Kingsbury Grade for the second time.  It felt good to be moving again and to be back in my rolling nest, but I do enjoy my sister time and all the comforts of “home”.  After all, I’ve spent more time there in the last year than anywhere else.

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