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Several of you have asked for information about this, my home park. I hope this is what you are looking for.

The park is right on the Colorado River and this is the view of it through my windshield in my current parking spot. Yes, those are puddles in the road; we’ve had rain this year. But that spot across the road is not a campsite so my view is never blocked by someone’s RV.

 

I got that view by agreeing that I would move after two weeks even if I only moved within the park and by asking to be parked close to a bathroom this time. Here’s the bathroom from my slider door.

 

Of course, that turned out to be the men’s side. On the way to the women’s side I pass this outdoor laundry area.

Looking back from the bathroom toward my rig we see my site.

 

I have roads on three sides of me so my only close neighbors are on the driver’s side of the rig. Which is, of course, where my desk faces. 🙂

Looking down the road between the bathroom and  me you can almost see the wall at the far end of this road.

 

Behind that wall is one of three hot tubs, one of two pools, and the bar where I go to eat when I don’t feel like cooking.

  

That thing that looks like a big torch is a space heater bar staff lights when customers come and it’s too cold to sit outside otherwise. They also have side curtains to block winds. And ceiling fans and huge portable fans I guess are for summer.

Yes, I ride my Scoot down there and back.

Next to all that is the store. One side is souvenirs and the other side is groceries with one corner full of hardware and fishing gear.

 

I actually bought washers there for installing my license plate when my screws heads weren’t big enough to hold the front plate on.

This park also has a clubhouse with activities plus a kid’s club, a playground, ping pong tables, pickle ball courts, mini golf, and a par 3 course so it has pretty much anything you might want for a good home away from home. And it’s less than seven miles to Parker, Arizona, which has everything else you might need including a Walmart Supercenter.

 

If you have other questions, perhaps their website can answer them for you. http://www.coloradoriveradventures.com/emerald-cove-rv-resort.php

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this view through my passenger window. It is a washed out photo; it was actually much more colorful than that.

TTYL,

Linda

 

When I was preparing to leave La Posa South to move to Plamosa Road I got in line to do the dump and fill routine.

While I was sitting in the dump lane a woman came walking up beside my rig so I rolled my window down but she went on by and talked to the people ahead of me in line. I figured they were friends but decided later she stopped to talk to them because they had Canadian license plates.

When my turn came to dump I pulled in and did a little inside prep including getting my container of dump gear from its storage compartment. When I got outside I saw there was a small rig pulled right up behind me instead of waiting back a bit as most do to see which of the two spots would empty first. And the lady who had walked by my rig was standing by my dump as if waiting for me.

So in a teasing voice I asked if she had come to help me. She turned away without speaking.

Then a man appeared offering to help me in a heavily accented voice. I said I didn’t need help but he could do so if he really wanted to. So he tried to help. But he didn’t know my system so he finally had to move aside and let me do it.

When I was done dumping I moved up to wait for the fresh water fill. Soon that same rig came up behind me again with the not so helpful man driving it. That same woman got out of the passenger side and started yelling to the people who had been ahead of me. She was speaking French. Her body language said she was asking if she could go around us to get water from spigots further forward. Getting a negative answer, she turned and made vicious looking movements towards her husband to indicate he should not move an inch. I’m quite sure he was used to obeying her.

When their turn came to fill she didn’t help but she did supervise.

Apparently she was in a big hurry. But all she did was keep interrupting people who were otherwise doing what needed to be done.

So, if you are ever in a line and you see this Itasca Cambria with Canadian plates:

Or this woman:

Ignore her. Everything will go smoother if you do.

TTYL,

Linda

As I was combing the tangles out of my now long hair after my shower this morning I found myself thinking, “As a child, if my Mom had pulled this hard on my tangles, I would have been screaming bloody murder.”

Why did I not care now? Did it hurt any less? No. Were there fewer tangles? No. So what was different? Control.

I was the one using the comb so I knew when it hurt enough to need to stop. When Mom was combing my hair how was she supposed to know?I needed to signal to her that it was getting close to hurting so she would have time to stop before it really hurt.

Then I realized I do this as a passenger in a vehicle too. I put on the passenger side brakes before they need to be applied to signal to the driver that I’m going to need the vehicle to slow down soon.

So, if I’m riding with you and you see me apply my brakes, don’t slam on yours. You have some time yet.

Unless I’m frantically slamming mine, then hit yours hard.

TTYL,

Linda

That can be a loaded word. It has various meanings in various situations. In the RV world it means connecting to local utilities.

After three weeks of living in the desert, I got tired of not having utilities at my beck and call. So I am back at Emerald Cove RV Resort where my membership lets me camp for two weeks at a time for no additional cost.

The first thing I did after pulling into my site was plug in my electrical cord. Power! As much as I want. Whenever I want it. Without having to watch my battery monitor. At no extra cost. I can vacuum. I can leave my microwave circuit breaker on when I’m not cooking. I can even have hot water at any hour of the day. And leave all my electronics plugged in even if their batteries are full. And not care enough if I wake up to see a monitor light telling me I am using unnecessary battery power while sleeping to crawl out of bed just to unplug something.

Then I changed my water filter and hooked up to the local water supply. Changing the filter was easy. Except.

The old one looked like this:

Now, I might like golden brown but not when it comes to the water I will be using to cook and drink and wash with.

So I removed that one and put in a fresh, pure white one. My filter system came with a wrench that looks like to help you reassemble the casing.

And when it is all back together it looks like this:

 

But, when I turned the water on it came spraying out the top of the casing. No matter how hard I pushed on that wrench I couldn’t get it screwed back on tightly. Fortunately, a park crew person came by about that time and tightened it up for me.

So now I have water. As much as I want. Whenever I want it. Without having to watch my tank level. At no extra cost. I don’t have to wonder if the water is going to run out while I am taking a shower. Or when I try to flush the toilet as it did the other day.

Now I just have to hookup my dump hose. That way when my toilet’s holding tank fills up next time, I just have to go outside to pull one handle and it will empty again.

Those of you who live in houses that don’t move just need to appreciate a little more how good you have it. Hookups. Be grateful for them.

TTYL,

Linda

 

 

We all know what it means to be idle. To basically sit around doing not much of anything. Which is mostly what I do when parked out in the desert. I make an occasional trip into town but otherwise spend a lot of hours just sitting around doing computer stuff or napping or chatting with neighbors.

Another definition of idle relates to machines. One definition says, “to operate at a lowspeed, disengaged from the load.” That what my vehicle’s engine does when I just turn it on but don’t go anywhere.

I wanted to use my engine to recharge my batteries. But I was told if I did that while the engine was idling it would damage the engine. Not worth the risk. So every couple of days I drive for an hour or so, usually to Parker and back, to recharge my batteries. Driving puts the engine under load so the fuel burns cleanly thus not damaging my system.

But my dash has a high idle button on it. When you press that button it is supposed to increase the rpms which puts your engine under load so you can recharge your batteries without having to drive. My high idle button didn’t work.

I finally decided the thing to do was contact my conversion company and ask about that high idle. Now I’m feeling dumb again. That button only works if you engage the emergency brake first.

So I put on the brakes and hit the button, which upped my rpms from 900 to 1500, and charged my batteries. So, now I don’t have to drive to Parker tomorrow just to charge my batteries.

Instead I have to drive to Parker because Dave sent me a package via General Delivery that’s due to arrive at the post office there tomorrow. It’s always something, isn’t it?

TTYL,

Linda