Last night Buddy and Di asked us over for dinner. BB Spare ribs, hot sausage & brisket. Everything was delicious (garden salad, Potato Salad, baked beans, slaw and fruit.) Great food, topped only by good friendship.
They have a wonderful Cocker Spaniel, Charlie, but he isn’t allowed to eat off the table.
He is old and deaf like me but absolutely the sweetest loving dog, I thought of the retriever, Brandy, Mel’s loving dog, up in WI. Different breeds, but the same nature.
We talked the evening away had a wonderful time. It is hard to face, but most likely this will be the last time I see Buddy. (I told him, unless he comes to my funeral! we both got a good laugh.)
Our lives are thousands of miles apart now, but being with him it was like we were not apart for 50+ years. The icing would have been if Von Dale and Rose could have flown out. Anyway, in life we take what we can, and this was great.
It was hard to leave them, but in the morning we must go see “Mr. Cummings Diesel” then head for Las Vegas. But we will never forget this time with Buddy and Dianne.
This morning Mrs. Cummings asked what was wrong with the engine. I said, “I thought you folks had the magic machines and could plug into the coach brain and find out.”
She said they did, but liked to know what a human thought. LOL
After the diagnostics, it was the fuel filters. so they changed both of them. Played with some other mysterious parts and things, and we departed with a nice Cummings Hat for Veterans and $388 dollars lighter. ()
Then we Headed down through the Navajo Reservation to Gallop, NM. I am a sucker for the out croppings in the desert areas:
It always amazes me the enormity of these. My mind keeps asking, how did this happen?
Ah, we are being passed. This Native American can do better than a dog in his pickup!
You drive for miles seeing desert as above, then all of a sudden there is a green oasis below.
And then there will be another out cropping I have to shoot!
We are enjoying this, when there is a road block. A Native American, road worker, walks over to my window and says we will have to make a right and go over to 12 then south.
He did not mention that we were going from the desert floor up some steep green mountains.
The coach ran hot. I had to stop and run a hose to cool the radiator down. These MTS are steep. But we did get to see the inside of the reservation. It also started raining, Di said it has not rained here this year. I hope they got some. The rain was good for the over heating.
The detour and a missed road my me, caused us to miss the scheduled stop, we never saw Gallop. So once on I-40 and into Arizona the dreaded ‘LOW FUEL’ light came on. We did find a truck stop run by the Hopi Indians. So we took on 90 gallons of diesel at $3.86 per. We were down to 10 gallons.
The Arizona country side…….
WE are overnighting in Holbrook, AZ
We did enjoy the scenery on the detour.