This morning the mobile mechanic arrived to return the neighbor’s leveling jack to its normal verticle position. He quickly acquired a number of interested spectators. Nothing had been bent or broken, the jack had just rotated around a large bolt that held the jack to the chassis. The biggest problem was the tight quarters to work in. You can see the mechanic partially under RV just behind the front tire. In the end “All’s well that ends well”.
The image shows the two front stabilizer jacks on a RV parked near us. They are both supposed to be oriented perpendicular to the ground like the far one. Driving in the desert involves crossing dry washes, which are the channels water courses through during rain storms. They are called dry washes because that’s what they normally are, dry creek beds. Cross one at the wrong place and a leveling jack might dig into the bank, which is what happened here. A mobile mechanic has been contacted and will fix it for the owner tomorrow. Not always are the joys of RVing, joys.
People who own RVs must be genetically predisposed to gather around a fire each evening. Could it be they have a higher percentage of Neanderthal genetic material than most humans? I know my wife must certainly have inherited the fire building trait from her distant ancestors. Why else would our kids have nicknamed her “Pyro-Mom” during the many camping trips we took as they were growing up.
What’s going on here? We are in the desert so what are those drops on the front window of our RV? Maybe it never rains in Southern California, or so goes the lyrics of that oldies song, but just a few miles across the state line into Arizona it certainly does rain. It put a damper on our potluck dinner, i.e. it was postponed until tomorrow night, but the nightly campfire gathering went ahead as always. As the tagline to this blog says: “Everyday is a New Day”. But some things stay the same.
Taking a walk today we happened upon this piece of desert art. There were no RVs nearby so the creator of this interesting design was nowhere to be seen. It was about 6 feet (2 meters) across, and had several pieces of wood (which don’t show very well in the photo) in the center area. One wonders what the person who created had in mind, and did they think about the fact it would brighten the day of those who happened upon it in the future. Another of the little things that make Quartzsite what it is, much more than just a place in the desert.
