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| Tara says goodbye to the pistachio. Well, she lives there, so she can see it again. |
It was no trouble getting back to Las Cruces in time to
return the Malibu.
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| We found a hat rack in Ursula's bedroom! The hats stayed up there the whole way! |
And from there we
headed back east, saying goodbye to El Paso and Border Patrol checkpoints. We
took Ursula to a truck wash in Socorro, Texas. However much it cost, it was
worth it, because all those dudes with sprayers cleaned the heck out of her.
She really was filthy, too. It was worth the delay. She even got her tires
cleaned.
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| Ursula's in the truck wash. The truck in front of us sure got clean. |
After that it was just driving and driving, wishing the turn
signals worked but glad the headlights did work.
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| I loved Lee's creative use of the bungee cord to keep things under control. Ursula's command post has been brought into the modern age. |
We kept a-going until we got to Ft. Stockton.
Lee said let’s stop, so we found a sort of run-down RV park, aptly named “I-10
RV Park.” It did the trick, though.
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| Classy trees that buffered us from the intrastate, sort of--this was sunrise the next day. |
We discovered good news and bad news. The good news was that
Lee finally found where the switch to turn the LP gas on was. That meant I
could actually cook dinner, finally. At least I got to make one real meal! The
bad news is that the lounge slide made a bad noise, like it fell off the track.
Great. Something else to fix. At least we were able to slide the bedroom out,
and most important, the slide went in, so we could get home!
Lessons learned: If something has to break, at least it should break in a way that does not inhibit movement of the vehicle. And, well, they sure can hide controls in these darn things.
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