I also needed to have the brakes worked on. The last RV repair vendor said I really needed new brake pads....(explains the squeak in the wheels and mountain driving is really hard on brakes), so I went to the local Ford truck service place. They don't make appointment but do have electric hookups and water if you have stay over night and while you wait...thank goodness because it definitely was a day to have the AC on and I did end up spending the night there. Anyway, all went pretty smoothly including retrieving my "stuff" I had shipped from Joel's rig to Glendale via Greyhound...except my bike which Joel insisted be shipped to me. After talking with Greyhound, it would be a few more days before the bike would arrive.
Hmmm. do I hang out in 100 degree plus temperature or head north to Flagstaff. A call to my son Conlan in Tierra Amarillo in northern New Mexico settled the matter. I hadn't seen him since last spring when we caught up with him on our way to Texas. He had several days off so I headed to TA where there was cooler weather (a no brainer). I left the Born Free at the Elks Lodge in Sedona and was off to meet up with Conlan and see my other 4 legged grandchild, Boone, a huge 6 year old black lab, and meet Conlan's new girlfriend. It was a long drive, but spectacular as I skirted the fringes of Monument Valley on Highway 160.
Nothing like a lab and water.
It was a wonderful decision to go and see Conlan. Tierra Amarillo is a small little spot in the road, just a few miles south of the charming little town of Chama. The focal point is the Raven coffee shop where the locals gather. On weekends, Paul (the owner) provides live music and plays on the box drums. It happened that the weekend I was there was the last weekend of live music until next year. That's Paul on his Garbage Can Base drum and one of his box drums is beside him.
TA is a little step back in time and reminds me of many little mountain towns before they "were discovered". My few days visit were not enough and I can't wait to return to visit in the Spring or Fall and explore more of the area.
So, the bike arrived at the Greyhound in Glendale and I packed it up; hitched up the Born Free on Thursday; and headed towards Reno, Nevada. I'd forgotten how mountainous the drive was, which translates to really poor gas mileage and long uphill stretches at 40 MPH. I arrived in Reno on Friday and it was really hot...summer is suppose to be over...right? Anyway, I continued to my son Jeremy's house in Portola, California, (just a few miles north of Reno) where the temperature was a nice 83 degrees with no humidity, (AHHH) along with cool nights for good sleeping.
I'll be in Northern Nevada for the next three months taking care of lose ends and doing a little work camping as an "Elf" at the Amazon.Com Fernley facility, and visiting with family when I can on the California coast. It feels really good to be back in my own house on wheels and back in the mountains.