This is the main reason Alden is home from WA: downsizing .
This week is his only chance to sort through his stuff before we sell the house. Everything must go: give away, throw away, recycle, take back to WA, or box up for long-term storage — because it ain’t goin’ in the RV.
This month, we took the Bighorn back to its birthplace in Elkhart, Indiana (Happy birthday to me!), where the good folks at Heartland very generously offered to repair the forward welding/framing that had failed on our November excursion.
Of course we took the opportunity to tour the factory, to see how they build ’em from the chassis up, and from the inside out. Fascinating!
On the positive side for our traveling convenience, but on the negative side for our bank account, there was a shop called Dually Depot right next to Heartland HQ. And that was how we left Indiana with an auxiliary diesel tank installed in the bed of the BFT — and made it all the way back to San Antonio without needing to stop to refuel.
Bit of a flap-doodle back there at the last exit.
Streets were small.
Gas station was inaccessible.
I was driving this get-up for only the second time ever, and there was snow, so I was not even in the same fucking zip code as my comfort zone.
And Tim was… well, he wasn’t exactly yelling at me, because you can’t really do that through gritted teeth, so we’ll just call it “loudish clench-scolding.”
But we made it back onto the highway unscathed (no damage to our vehicle or any others, no threats of divorce), and found a truck stop at the next exit.
We ate some lunch, and laughed at our little misadventure over chocolate chip cookies.
Also, Tim is driving now.