Big Gulp is Back!

It was a Monday when Big Gulp was unceremoniously towed into the garage for a major fix.  Now, at 2:30 on Wednesday we get a call saying the work is complete and come get him.  Nobody has to tell me twice.  I have the keys to the rent car in my hand and out the door before the phone call ends.

They showed me all the parts that were replaced, what a mess.  But now it was time to pay the piper.  It was seriously painful but unavoidable.  Now all attention is turned toward getting out of Winslow and up to Flagstaff.  It is too late to leave today, we'll have to call the RV Park and see if we can get a spot for tomorrow night.  Luck on my side this time, they had one spot open up in what was an otherwise full park.

Cyndee cooked some chicken and steamed some fresh zucchini and we had a quite dinner and spent the evening surfing the web and watching TV.  We hit the sack by 10:00 hoping for a quick night so we can get on our way.

Morning came, finally, and we were happy to start packing up and getting on our way.  But we had to pace ourselves because we can't check in before 12:00 at J and H RV Park.  But the drive from Winslow was really easy and we showed up a few minutes early.  No problem, they just ignored me until it was time.

Talking about a night and day difference, the transition from the seedy little roadside trailer park to this upscale park is a shock, a good shock.  But boy does this place have a lot of rules, they don't even allow smoking anywhere in the park, not even in your own rig.  Now how they know whether or not you are smoking in your own rig is beyond me.  And kids are discouraged.  And Ham radio operators can not put up their antennas.  And should you need to sweep pine needles or other debris off the slide tops before pulling them in to leave, too bad.  You are absolutely forbidden to get on the roof of your rig.

Now that we have that out of the way we can get on about our rat killing.  Cyndee is trying to find a dry cleaner that can do our bed spread and pillow shams in 24 hours.  The last time we tried in Odessa they wanted three weeks.  Fortunately she found a spot that was a little better at customer service here in Flagstaff.  We dropped off everything and were told to come back tomorrow at the same time.  Cyndee had also looked up a place to get lunch while we are out, Satchmo's.  It is a classic little hole in the wall, behind a gas station, and they bill themselves as BBQ and Cajun.  Whether you want a brisket sandwich or a shrimp po'boy or a rack of ribs or bowl of jambalaya, they have it.  We both got a pork sandwich and red beans and rice.  Cyndee hit a home run with her adventure in dining.

We took a little time to do some sight seeing in the historic district of Flagstaff.  Some of those large, old buildings date back to the early and mid-1800's.  None of the buildings were functioning as the business it was built for a 150 years ago.  Now, about every other building is an outdoor gear store with a coffee shop or café in between.

Old Town Flagstaff.
Directly behind from where this picture was taken the cross-street is historic Route 66.

Tomorrow is shopping day.  We are going to, hopefully, buy a months worth of food and supplies to take to the North Rim with us on the following day.  We'll have to buy dry ice to keep the frozen food frozen until we can get access to the chest freezer that the volunteers share.  We have one small ice chest and three of those padded freezer bags from Walmart.  It is going to be a stretch to get everything we would like to get in that amount of space.

Next post will come from the North Rim, provided we can get a connection.