Today was pretty brutal so I’m not going to dwell on it. The heat was oppressive, and I felt like the drive would never end. The RV overheated a few times causing a slowdown which means I have a serious problem to deal with once we get to San Diego. My suspicions lean toward the lack of proper coolant to replace what was lost in Nevada last year. That’s another story that’s already been told.

That’s the rearend of the bus sticking out of space #29. Nothing fancy, but it has 50 amp service, an open sky to the south so the Dish works, and I can dump out waste tanks. Life is good.

Max was happy the drive was over because he can only sleep for so long before he gets all fidgety. But he’s a trooper and toughs it out which makes it really difficult to not take him on the walk he was promised 100 miles ago. He doesn’t forget promises.

We had breakfast for dinner because the eggs were reaching their D3. Thats Drop Dead Date. They tasted pretty good, so I guess we caught them just in time. We had bacon and sausage, and toast, too. It was a regular meal instead of the sandwiches we’ve been making. Don’t get me wrong here, because we like sandwiches. We just don’t like them over and over for too long.

Making the Dish work was critical for me to survive the remainder of this trip. I knew it would work eventually. I just wish it had worked sooner.

Diane wanted me to take a shower before going to bed but I refused. Instead, I used a washcloth and wiped down everything I could reach. I think I got pretty much everything at least once.

Now it’s bedtime so I must stop. Tomorrow we’ll tie up at the Merced Elks Lodge. Larry & Sue recommended it so we’re happy it worked out that we can stay there.

Good night.