This morning, there was a heavy cloud cover and a chance of rain. It was nearly 7 o’clock before I realized the sun was up and I’m supposed to be ready to head out at 8 o'clock.
Yuma and I quickly got dressed and went out to put the last few items in the bays and took down the antenna, and before I knew it, Tom and Deb and Deb and Riley were ready to head out and I hadn’t even tried to start the White Lion. Got a picture of Tom and Deb leaving, but didn’t realize Deb and Riley left before them.
Got the WL started, but sounded like the starting batteries were weak. Just glad it started. The plan was to meet Deb and Riley at the dump station not far up the road, and we did. She left when she was done and we were to meet at the Big Guns outside the Yuma Proving Grounds on hwy 95 heading north to Quartzsite after fueling, which we did.
The WL ran just fine the first 25 miles to this point. I wanted to let the WL sit for awhile and check the oil, just in case. Deb and Riley headed north and I was to meet them at the Road Runner Camping Area where all of us planned to stay for a couple of weeks.
After checking the oil and it was okay, a little below full, but fine, I headed north with a stop at Stone Cabin, about 10 miles south of where we are to camp. There are a few hills before getting there and I could not believe that the WL water temperature rose to 226 degrees, hot enough to light up the red engine Light.
Talk about disappointed, I was feeling really low. May be a long trip home if I can’t drive on a cool drizzly morning over a few hills without overheating. At this point, I’m thinking the WL will give up the ghost way before I get home. Oh well, that’s a problem for another day. I turned the wheel over to Yuma and went back and cried on the couch.
I stopped at the Stone Cabin and had breakfast, finished up my brain games and took a few pictures. I stop here every year to remanence about the time Dolly and I stopped for a burger, fries and a coke. Now it is just a dilapidated building on the road from Yuma to Quartzsite.
Checked the oil, and this time it was low, so I put in a couple of quarts and topped off the antifreeze. Just as we got ready to go, Ken and Shirley, pulled in behind us. They were headed to join us at the Road Runner camping area for a day or two before heading on back to their home in Nevada.
We drove the 25 miles to the camp Tom and Deb had previously picked out for our group of four RVs, and the WL ran cool the whole way and that’s good. No hills, of course!
|Never get tired of the Kofa Mountains on the east side of hwy 95 leading into Quartzsite, Arizona|
We set up camp and by this time it was Happy Hour till sundown.
I wish, I could have said it was a simple one hour, 57 mile move, but it wasn’t to be. I’m going to continue my travel plans till the WL fails me for good, or I make it home. Does anyone know of a highway that is all downhill from here to Bloomington, Illinois? Not me!
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