Only 3-Hours To Santa Cruz
Fortunately for me, eventually, and at long-last, I became the person that I was destined to be. Oh God! Why did it take me sooooo long?
It was that way in my relationship with my daughter. Sweet Johana. I am now only 3-hours from Santa Cruz. Where my Johana lives.
Took me 79 years to arrive. A lifetime. But I made it!
12 noon - Propane
Scampy's propane tank needed a refill. A problem came up with the propane bottle. The valve was pointed at Scampy's outer wall. There was not enough distance from the valve to the wall to attach a propane filler nozzle.
I had to remove the bottle's clamps, in order to rotate the bottle to the proper position. This proved too hard for me to do. When I was on my back under the bottle, trying to loosen and then replace the hold-down bolts, I got a case of vertigo! I was so dizzy.
Fortunately, a man came by and asked if I needed help, which I did. He helped with those bolts.
But afterwards, I realized that the effort that I had expended had exhausted me. I could not continue traveling. I had to rest.
I am Camping for the nite in a small town named San Ardo.
2:30pm - Got some rest
After resting for a few hours, it seemed a good idea to keep going to Santa Cruz. I asked Johana about seeing her later. That seemed to be OK. So, Boid and I packed up and got on the road again.
5:30pm - Arrived after dark
I'm uncomfortable driving when it is dark. It may be an age thing. Walking when it is dark is especially bad for me. It's like I don't have stability.
Scampy is Nite Camped in Johana's driveway. Johana and I have not been together for several years. And I am delighted to re-establish my relationship with her. It is too long, that we have been apart!