Still in Albuquerque

 Tuesday - May 11, 2021

Well, we didn't expect to have a "down day" on the second day out, but sometimes things are just not under our control.  Our situation is not progressing very quickly.  The service man (Kevin) showed up early (10:30)  but didn't have the brake line.  He went to Napa, and they can't get it until tomorrow morning, so we will are spending the day here on the Cabela's parking lot. 

 But all was not wasted.  Surprisingly, we went for a scenic drive in the jeep.  We did the Turquoise Trail, which is a national scenic byway on the east side of the Sandia Mountain Range.  We had actually done this drive once before, we think in the motorhome, when we explored this area several years ago.  But this time we got to make a few stops, and take a couple side roads.  This is not really that exciting a drive, but we did stop in the little old coal mining town of Madrid for lunch.  This town is famous as the inspiration for the Disney theme parks because Walt Disney came here and they had so many Christmas lights lighting up the town that airlines rerouted their paths so the passengers could see the lights from the air (that's what the sign said, anyway).  They had a display of boots on the electric line, and we must have been here before because JW was carved into the mantle below the buffalo head.

Joe had some kind of mad chili burger (New Mexico likes their chilis), I went safe with chicken enchiladas.   We walked around a little but most of the shops were closed, either seasonal or for good, we don't know.  

We ventured on down the road to the town of Cerrillos, which has been the setting for several motion pictures including Young Guns.

  There was a state park here too, which we drove through, but it was mainly hiking and biking trails. There was an old Catholic church that still holds regular Sunday masses, but it was locked. It had a little courtyard with statues but it needed a little grooming.

 Finishing our drive on the Trail, as we came back to I-25, we saw the commuter train that runs between Albuquerque and Santa Fe.  We actually took that train ride on our other visit here.  We wondered about the COVID restrictions since it only had 2 cars.

We stayed on a frontage road instead of getting on I-25, and made another side trip to Cochiti Lake, which took us past the Tent Rocks National Monument road.  Both of these things were on Indian reservation land and both were closed.  There was a huge dam along the lake, but the lake itself looked pretty low.

Joe had read about the Tent Rocks and really wanted to see them, but not this trip.  On our continuing journey, we crossed the Rio Grande coming out of Cochiti Lake, and it was running pretty good.  When we have crossed this river in Texas, its not much more than a trickle.  

We finally finished our drive, and got back to the RV about 6:00.  The weather has been great.  It was supposed to be windy tonight but we never noticed much so it wasn't as bad as predicted.  So now we just wait for Keven, our mobile RV repair guy to come tomorrow with the new brake line.

Hitting the Road after COVID

 

May 10, 2021 - Monday

Finally, it’s US! After our year+ absence from traveling ,we are finally on the road again. We see all kinds of campers here on our streets every day going someplace and have been awaiting our turn. Today was the day.

Here is Joe beside his new pride and joy -- his new (1999) Jeep, so he can drive all the dirt roads we pass by.

We got a good start, left the house right after 7:00 a.m., after a hard week of packing and loading, both inside and outside. We were blessed to have nieces Dana and Stacey come for a visit the weekend before, and they cleaned the inside of the RV from top to bottom. They will never know how helpful that was, and how much we appreciated it.

Our breakfast plan was to stop in Payson at the casino just to eat, but when we got there, the entrance we always use, next to the big parking lot, was closed. Driving back in front of the hotel, we missed the turn-in for that parking lot and the only other driveway was exit only (and I got ticketed once before for entering that one), so we left there and headed on into Payson. We knew there were fast food places (McDonalds and Jack in the Box) on large parking lots, but we were hoping for something better. Well, that didn’t work—we ran out of choices, so we ended up having breakfast sandwiches at Circle K just outside of Heber about 9:45 (and they were not wonderful). But it made for a quick stop (fuel and breakfast), and we got to I-40 in Holbrook just after 11:00 a.m.

 We hit the New Mexico state line at 12:15, stopped at a Cracker Barrel at the Gallop exit about 12:40 for lunch, and continued across the state. The only scenic picture I took today was of this pot on the exit ramp in Gallop. 

 It was very windy, and when Joe would hit open air, he had to fight the wheel to keep us on the road. (Good thing he replaced that power steering pump last week). Depending on timing, we thought we might stay in Albuquerque (I had found a Cabela’s that allowed overnight parking), or try to get a few miles further north if it wasn’t too late and if we could find a campground. We stopped again for fuel just at the western edge of Albuquerque about 3:50, with time change, that was 4:50. When we pulled out of there, Joe went the wrong way so we had to find a place to turn around to get back to I-40, but no big deal. So we were in 5:00 traffic now, and just as we got to the I-40/I-25 split, and were actually on the merge ramp (single lane for each direction), the 3 cars in front of us wrecked. Just in front of us. I didn't scream, but I did yell Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!  And Joe got us Whoa'ed.  (Too many horse people in our family.)    The lead car was behind a truck and she said it was wobbling all over the road in front of her, so she stopped. But the two cars behind her did not stop. While the demolition derby was taking place in front of us, Old Truck Driver Joe somehow got us stopped. . My Hero! He stomped on the brakes and managed to get us stopped before we added to the carnage in front of us. But he blew the brake line on the right front tire on the RV. The wrecked cars were blocking the road, since it was a single lane and they were not able to drive their vehicles. We sat there for several minutes, got out and assessed our situation to make sure we didn’t have any damage (and we didn’t, except for brake fluid and a busted brake line). Then a semi turned onto our merge ramp, I kept trying to wave him over to the merge ramp going south, but he wouldn’t go there. He stopped, again in the middle of the road, and told one of the drivers he needed to move his car over so he wasn’t blocking traffic. Well, that guy was limping (he has said he was ok, but he wasn’t), but his car wouldn’t move. So the semi driver and Joe pushed that car over to the right side, in front of the other wrecked car, which also wouldn’t move. Now a wrecker shows up, has to park behind the semi, and comes looking for the semi driver, who is pushing the wrecked car. Then the cops show up, park behind and beside the wrecker. However, since they had been able to push one of the wrecked cars over to the side, as the cops were walking up, Joe said, “let’s get out of here before they want to talk to us, we will be here all night.” So we pulled out. The wreck cost us about an hour.  And a new brake line.

But, with our blown brake line, now we basically had no brakes except the emergency brake. We limped onto I-25 and headed north, looking for some kind of garage or gas station to pull into, but there wasn’t anything. So I pulled up the directions to the Cabela’ s, and we literally limped along on I-25, maybe 5 miles, to our exit. Again, we turned the wrong way (the GPS was too slow in giving directions and Joe couldn’t make quick adjustments), had to turn onto a side street and limp through a parking lot to get turned back around, then back onto the highway, across the interstate overpass and down that ramp to the parking lot where the Cabela’s was located. Boy, were we glad to get there! Joe parked, crawled under the RV, determined he didn’t have the right tools, and called a mobile RV service. So we are spending the night on the Cabela’s parking lot, and have an 11:00 appointment tomorrow with a mobile repair service guy. Hopefully, he will get us moving again. I’m sure it won’t be cheap.

We are parked practically in the shadow of the beautiful Sandia Mountain Range so at least we have some scenery.  The temperature is great, and we are camping free, so things could be worse.

So, on our first day, we drove 405 miles, were basically on the road from 7:00 a.m. to 5:00 (6:00 p.m. NM time). It was in the 70s all day, and sunny. And we had more excitement that we wanted. Hopefully day 2 will be much smoother.

Day 5 - Heading East - Home Stretch

Friday - We slept in a little this morning, then drove into Mt. Vernon (about 1/2 mile) for breakfast before we hit the road.  We really liked this little campground, it's a very convenient location if we come across I-64 so we will have to remember it -- Archway RV Park.

 Cute little cabins (above).  Campsites are fairly roomy.

We finally got on the road at 9:40, had a few miles to drive on I-57, which was south, then reconnected with I-64 and headed East again. But the sun was high enough that it wasn't blinding us this morning, and we crossed the Indiana state line about an hour later, at 10:35.  Shortly after that, we hit U.S. 41, headed north, and arrived at Mike and Rachelle's (have to get used to calling it that, rather than Mom's house), at 12:42.  No one was home, so after we got parked, we drove on into Vincennes to go shopping for funeral clothes, since I didn't pack any "church clothes" on this trip.  We ran into Judy Ann there, and visited briefly with her, got our shopping done, stopped at Barbara's "country cottage" where Dixie and Jim were going to stay, and visited with Maurice until Barbara arrived, then visited with Barbara until Dixie and Jim arrived. 

Joe had announced that we were doing Bobe's pizza tonight, and I called ahead and reserved their back room, so we had a family get-together there.  That was fun, and the pizza was delicious, as usual.

Joe and Ashley's selfie.

We ended our day and headed back to the RV to get some rest.  We had hoped to work a nap in this afternoon, but that didn't happen.

Saturday was a busy day.  We met Dixie and Jim for breakfast at 9:30, and went to the funeral home at 10:30.  Aunt Nellie's funeral was very nicely done, with Marilyn's kids and grandkids providing a wonderful personal touch with their singing and reading of the scriptures.  As soon as the graveside service was over, Joedropped me off at another funeral home so I could attend the funeral of Glenda Williams Carie the sister of one of my classmates, Sherry Williams Hedge.  Glenda actually had graduated in my sister's class, and I spent many overnights there.  I met Barbara there and we paid our respects to this Decker Chapel family.  An added treat -- another classmate, who is now a musician and Elvis-impersonator, and a nephew of the deceased -- was there and we got to catch up a little with Eddie Carson.  We hadn't seen him for probably 54 years.

I missed the "family dinner" following Aunt Nellie's funeral since I went to the second funeral, but some of the family migrated out to Mike's afterwards, so it was much like old times.  We all thought Lucille would have appreciated having the family together, on her carport.

Mike got out the barbeque grill and cooked up some hamburgers and hotdogs, so along with the leftovers from the funeral home and dinner afterwards, there was plenty to eat.  Another long day, but a good one, given the circumstances.

Sunday morning, we did make it to church, as did Dixie and Jim.  Joe and I slept in until almost 9:00, unheard of for me, although we still haven't adjusted to this time zone.  But we had the opportunity after church to walk over to the cemetery and see the new tombstone at Mom and Dad' grave, which had just been set about a week ago.  It is very lovely, Dixie did good.

After church, we gathered up some more family and drove in to the Ponderosa for lunch.  Then, Jaclyn gave us a tour of their new house, which they will be moving into shortly.  I left my camera at home so I don't have pictures, but it is lovely, with lots and lots of room, and two wonderful garages.  We are all envious of those garages.

From there, we headed back to the RV and Joe and I finally got our naps.  Our travel days caught up with us and we were both really tired, so it didn't take us long to fall asleep.

This is my final blog of this trip.  We plan on leaving here Wednesday and heading to Florida.  At some point, we will head back to Arizona, probably after Halloween.  John and Bridgette have sold their house and bought another one, as well, so it looks like they plan on putting us to work.  Everyone seems to be moving this year.

I totaled up some numbers of our trip thus far: 

Grass Valley, California to Vincennes, Indiana -- 2,241 miles

RV miles since we left home - 5,631 miles
Buick miles since we left home - 7,994 miles (we did lots of day-trips seeing the sights).

Out of curiousity, I added up the hours we spent driving across the country from California to Indiana --
approximately 44 1/2 hours (that's 43 for Joe, 1 1/2 for me).  In approximately 4 1/2 days.  Thanks to Joe, the marathon-driver!

The End!

9/28/2017 - Driving East - Day 4

Thursday (I think) - It's really bad when you are looking at the Cracker Barrel menu trying to figure out if you should be reading the Tuesday special or Wednesday special -- that was us last night.

Although we had another parking lot sweeper episode last night (we are now checking out the Walmart parking lots as we pass them to see if they are clean), we got up on time, had breakfast at Stacy's Restaurant which was recommended by the helpful lady at the laundromat, and were on the road by 7:15.  We beat the sun, but it greeted us very shortly, in full blast.

Our visors didn't quite get it yet, and even our clip-on sunglasses only helped a little.  So Joe had to sit up a little straighter for the visor to come into play.

I started giving him hundred-mile treats yesterday -- when we reached a 100-mile marker (multiples), he would get 3 cherry sour candies.  We stopped at mile marker 298 last night so he missed out on his last one yesterday, and wasn't ready first thing this morning, so he finally got his treat somewhere past Topeka.

They messed us up, from Topeka to Kansas City with a toll road, and they changed the mile marker numbers, so he probably was a little passed his 100 mile treat, but we are back on track now.  But unless I buy another bag of candy, I'm going to have to parcel them out just one or two at a time.  We have more hundreds than I have enough candy for at the 3-at-a-time rate.

We went through Topeka and I waved at Mark Dillon's parents, as requested. 

We hit Kansas City, Kansas about 9:00 and buzzed right through there, although the freeway makes lots of jogs through that city, and the city itself was really smoggy - it did not look very appealing.

We crossed the Kansas River, but I missed the Missouri River, I must have been typing. We crossed the Missouri state line at 9:20 (which I also missed) and started across that state.  We finally made a fuel stop at Higgingsville and I replenished Joe's 100-mile treats so we should be able to continue on. 

And sure enough, it wasn't long before he had logged another 100.

We began to come into the outskirts of St. Louis about 1:00 and Joe immediately started watching for signs of a White Castle.  We took the 370 bypass, to the 270 bypass, and I found a couple in my Next Exit book, so we found his White Castle and made our lunch stop.

I think we crossed three arms of the Mississippi River, or two plus a canal, going across on the 270.  We think this may be beyond where the barges run.

Once across the river, we took the 255 south to I-64, then started working our way across Illinois.  We could see the Arch and St. Louis skyscrapers in the distance.  We decided to spend the night in Mt. Vernon, Illinois, at the Archway RV Park, a very nice little campground about a mile off the interstate, where it inte3rsects with I-57.  We have full hook-ups here (I didn't even ask about a laundromat after last night's fiasco, and I have my laundry done now, anyway), and can go in tomorrow from here with empty tanks and a full tank of water.  We are about 100 miles from Vincennes so that should be an easy run in the morning, thanks to Joe's marathon driving.  But today we were off the road by 4:15, and he ONLY drove 455 miles today.  And we only bought 85 gallons of gas today.  No wildlife today, but they are really working the fields in southern Illinois -- the combines are really stirring up the dust in the bean fields, it must be really dry here.

We are really looking forward to arriving in Vincennes tomorrow and getting this part of the journey behind us.  It's been a trip!