Day 79
The Goal Of Tioga George
9:42am:
Back in 2003, shortly after MsTioga and I began vagabonding together, I published here in my Blog, my RVing goal:
"To be of help to my fellow RVers"
I accomplished this goal on the RV.net forum site by sharing my skills and knowledge. Back in 2003, I was doing things that had not yet become common in the RVing world:
▶︎ Levelers
▶︎ Internet connection everywhere we traveled
▶︎ Solar power
▶︎ Vagabonding, dry camping [Living away from the RV park]
9:57am:
My travels
As MsTioga and I wandered the roads of the Western United States, Canada and Mexico, from our windows, we saw stuff from a different perspective. Stuff that the regular world folk did not see.
One afternoon, many years ago, we were Afternoon Camped in the fabulous City of San Diego. MsTioga was in a commercial area. Next to a restaurant. There bushes growing around the restaurant, big enough to camouflage homeless persons squatting down inside.
I was stretched out and lying down on MsTioga's upholstered swivel chairs. My head and back on one chair. My feet on the other chair. Sort of lying down, so that I was not visible to the persons squatting in those bushes. I was close to them them though. Close enough to hear their words!
The three men were conversing the challenges of obtaining government aid:
▶︎ Man #1: I lost my address that I had with a guy who has an apartment. Now I don't have a way to receive mail.
▶︎ Man #2: How you gonna get welfare?
▶︎ Man #1: I'm screwed.
▶︎ Man #3: Why doncha set up with rock?
▶︎ Man #1: What's rock?
▶︎ Man #3: Rock Church. Over on Ward.
▶︎ Man #1: What they do?
▶︎ Man #2: I heard about Rock. Never been there. Yeah! What they do?
▶︎ Man #3: Lotsa things. Give you a street address. Meals too. But you have to put up with the Jesus thing that they do.
▶︎ Man #1: How about showing me Rock?
▶︎ Man #2: Yeah, show me too.
All three men left the bushes, and headed over to Rock. For a long time I just stayed right there. Lying down in MsTioga's swivel chairs. Mesmerized by that conversation that I overheard of the three men in the bushes.
I would re-hear that conversation in my mind's ear many times over the years.
2:28pm:
Registering Tránsito
It took about a month to figure out where to register Tránsito.
➜ Oregon?
➜ California?
➜ Another place?
In the end, California was the winner. California got $1,169 bucks of my hard earned dough. Bet Jerry Brown is happy.
I downloaded a DMV form, took it to Office Max on a travel drive. Printed out and filled out the form. Then down to the US Post Office to mail:
➜ My check
➜ Tránsito's pink slip
➜ The filled in form .......to DMV.
As Forest Gump would say:
"One less thing!"
4:43pm:
Apple Store
When I got out of Tránsito at the Post Office, smoke was billowing out about half-way down the inside of the driver side door!! The smoke was coming from a little Apple cable.
The
Lightning to 3.5 mm Headphone Jack Adapter.
iPhone owners have been complaining about the quality this little cable. And rightly so. If Steve Jobs were still around, he would be kicking butt about this terrible idea of a low quality cable adapter.
But why did Apple produce iPhone 7 without an audio output?
Apple must have known that audio is one of the favorites things of iPhone users. Dumb, dumb......dumb [With salt on it!]
5:49pm:
Home Depot
We are sitting in Scampy going over the projects for which we will be buying material at Home Depot. There are dimensions that we have to put down on our notes list in order to know what to buy.
One of our projects is to resolve a way to keep Scampy's bench seat cushions from sliding forward. Often when I am sitting on a cushion, it simply slips forward. It's a real pain to be sitting on the cushion and have it slide forward.
I was thinking of using a metal or wood keeper that would stop the cushion's movement. Then, Velcro popped into my head!
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One of Scampy's bench seats. |
10:28pm:
Carl's Jr
We hardly ever go to a burger joint like Carl's Jr, Wendy's, MeDonald's. This evening we are here because of circumstances beyond the control of the Scampy RV Team!
And that, is a huge loss of control! Mere mortals may find it almost impossible to grasp a loss of control as great as this one!
It would be like the Pacific Ocean rising up and flooding Denver! Well, that example may be stretching the bounds of reality a smidgeon.
Water, water, everywhere!
Scampy's fresh water tank was checked this morning. There is no water level indicator. Just open the bench seat cover and look down at the tank. So, George entered a entry in his tiny notebook to fetch water.
Earlier this evening we were over at Home Depot shopping our heads off. We knocked so many things to buy off the Project List, that we were getting giddy with excitement!
All of our Project Stuff has been crossed off the list because they are complete. All that remains are research items and minor projects:
★ Why do police cuff persons who are not dangerous?
★ How should a successful rebellion be organized?
★ Mount a volt meter on the cover of Scampy's battery box.
When we pulled out of the Home Depot parking lot, we headed for a Chevron Station. Chevrons our usually good for filling the fresh water tank. One of the gas guys walked us over to their water hose, and turned on the water.
We have discontinued filling fresh water all the way up. Do you recall that we Blogged to about the leak? At first we thought that the leak was in the tank's bottom. But when the water level went down a bit, the leak stopped. That meant to us that the leak was near the top.
So, this evening we filled the tank to only about 3" below the top. When we returned to go inside Scampy after bringing Chevron's hose back to its place, there was a ton of water all over the floor. And it was continuing to flow to the floor!
We got out our super duper special magical Rubbermaid mop. The mop that picks up water from a flood. It worked! Picked up the water like magic. Of course it would do that. Because its a magical Rubbermaid mop.
We went across the street from the Chevron to Carl's Jr. We left Scampy parked on an incline with the fresh water tank at the low point. Water was draining out slowly as we walked away to Carl's.
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