Pretty Damn Nice! travel blog


John and I often talk about how lucky we have been during the past eight plus years as we have never seen an accident or had any kind of emergency where we are stranded. Well, we must have forgotten to knock on wood. Today, was our day for new adventures.

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We were up and on the road early this morning. It was cloudy; the perfect kind of weather John loves to drive in because he will have no sunshine in his eyes.

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We headed south on Interstate 5, back into California. As we passed the Oregon/California borderline, the sky was filled with smoke from a wild fire, which only got thicker as we approached Yreka. It was so bad that our eyes were stinging and you could taste the smoke. You couldn't even see trees by the sides of the highway. The fire is around 20 miles away fro Yreka.

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All of a sudden, something didn't feel right. John asked me if it was the road, and for a moment it felt like it might be ... but it wasn't. We had a flat tire. We were able to limp slowly off the interstate to the first exit for Yreka, and found a vacant parking lot. John checked and our passenger side front tire had a huge bubble on the side of it. Damn!

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We carry emergency road service through Good Sam Club, so after about an hour after our call to them, a very nice, efficient young man arrived from a local tire shop. He had all the tools and power equipment and changed the tire in no time. We were on our way once again just around 11 o'clock. Whew. That wasn't too bad. Once again, we were lucky it happened in Yreka and not in some remote place.

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We turned onto Highway 89 heading south towards McCloud and eventually Susanville. They are resurfacing Highway 89, so of course, we got stopped in a construction zone and since the line was long, John turned off the engine to wait our turn. Once the pilot car was in place, we started up and followed the group through the zone. No problem.

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It was our lunch time, so we decided to watch for a wide spot in the road where we could stop and eat lunch. We saw a sign that indicated there was a vista point in eight miles. The smoke had cleared as we passed Mount Shasta, so the view of the mountain would be pretty at the vista point.

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And indeed, it is. We pulled in and stopped and got everything out for lunch, including a small snack for the kids. We lingered a bit over lunch admiring the peace and beauty, but John was antsy, so we packed it all up and I told Rocky that he had better go and hide because it was time to go. Then ... nothing. The rig will not start

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I thought John had done something wrong (being the control freak that I am) so I tried it myself. Nothing. The horn works and the lights all come on, but there is no noise from the engine. John asked a fellow RVer for help but he was stumped too. I called our trusty mechanically inclined friend Paul and he was stumped too. We just bought a new battery so why won't the darn thing start!

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So, nothing else to do but make a second call to emergency road service. This time, however, we are out in the boonies. The nearest town is McCloud, about 20 miles away, and it is tiny. I doubt there is more than one mechanic in town.

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Good Sam has informed us that they were unable to find someone who could come out to us today, and wondered if it would be ok to schedule something tomorrow. I told them it would have to be ok because we aren't going anywhere.

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So, tonight we are boondockers. But we have food and water, and beds and a bathroom and two hours of battery life on this computer. If I go to bed at the same time as John does, I would be up for the night at 10 pm. So, I need to keep myself occupied for a few more hours.

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And it really isn't a bad thing that we have been delayed, so far. We are hoping it is a loose wire or something small and easy. Please please please- Two adventures in one day is enough for these old timers!



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