My daughter Robyn and I drove the Safari to Oklahoma City for the August 2010 rally. We switched off and on with the driving. Beautiful RV park. Doc and Shirley were great hosts for this rally with several wonderful excursions planned. We thoroughly enjoyed the Western Cowboy Museum and the river ride.


Leave A Comment, Written on September 27th, 2010 , Misc

June 3, 2010

My daughter Robyn and I left San Marcos with some sprinkles Thursday morning. And then, we ran through rain the entire way to Somerville. Upon reaching the group area of Birch Creek around noon, had to wait for the rain to abate in order to set up camp.

We accompanied Betty and Bill Humphries to Snook for dinner at the Czech-Tex restaurant. Ten couples were already in attendance as we arrived. The meal was very good and the rain had stopped before returning to camp. After turning in for the evening, we watched a movie — “Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day.”

The earth refreshed by the rain, Friday dawned with great weather. We enjoyed walking Oliver and visiting around camp with fellow Travelers. Robyn provided entertainment for 10 ladies in the afternoon with a Lei Sophia jewelry party. My favorite — hamburgers — were on the dinner menu.  Joyce and Eldon came over later to scope out my “new” coach. After passing their approval, games of Greed or just gathering by the lake for conversation comprised our evening activities.

Still great weather Saturday morning. Walking Oliver, visiting with the Hunts and Ohms, then moving over to a shady area with the Campbells and others occupied the rest of our morning. Robyn and I went to the Snook Fest with Eldon and Joyce for the afternoon. There  was live entertainment and plenty of arts and crafts. After returning to camp, a nap was in order.

Revitalized, we got our sides for the carry-in together. Robyn made her great potato salad. Before the meal, we were able to get in a game of Mexican Train with the ladies. The Hunts provided smoked chicken for the main course. They did a great job and were wonderful hosts for this event. Muchas gracias! After our requisite game of Greed and returning to our domicile, Robyn received an e-mail that her daughter Katie had news of her wedding dress arriving in Austin. The big event is planned for Rockport in August on the beach. We are all excited!!!

After Sunday breakfast, we broke camp, disconnecting water and electric. We barely avoided catastrophe with the sewer system. I had mistakenly hooked the water hose to the sewer flush connection, thinking I was putting water in the freshwater holding tank. Fortunately, I turned the water off as the toilet filled to the brim. VERY CAREFULLY, I eased the coach to the dump site.

With that calamity averted, we got underway to home. I let Robyn get behind the wheel for her first time to drive the coach when we got to Highway 290. She did very well — a good driver. We were traveling 21 and the dash air was not keeping up with the incoming sun. Sweltering heat the rest of the way home! One more item for my job list.

See ya down the road,





Leave A Comment, Written on July 17th, 2010 , Texas Travelers' Rallys

April 17, 2010

Kenneth did a good job getting the coach ready for travel. A lot of time spent updating the marker lights with LEDs, as well as other details. We don’t always get to do the things we planned — Jim passed away shortly before getting to make the April rally. However, he was with us in spirit.

Loaded “Hannah” up and hit the road Friday noon with Ken in the passenger seat, Sadie (Ken’s dog), and Oliver (my pup) settled in for the ride to Johnson City. I drove the coach all the way to Miller Creek RV Park down 12 to 32 where it intersected with 281 then to the junction of 290. These were not the best of roads for a beginner — winding, hilly, two-lane roads with no shoulders. To boot, it was overcast and intermittently raining on the way. YES! This did intimidate me, just a little bit. Ken was coaching me, saying that I needed to hug the yellow center line and not go over the white line at the shoulder.

I managed to keep her between the lines and we arrived at our destination all in one piece. There were 16 rigs present. We were missing the Ohms and the Blanchards who had to cancel. Eldon was suffering leg pains and Barbara was still stove up from the collision with an 18-wheeler that demolished the back end of her car recently.

The Dobbins and Westovers did a wonderful job of hosting. They provided soups for dinner and we had very good entertainment afterward by Sol Patch — Melissa Weaver and Bryan Maldonado — performing jazz and blues-type music.

George Dobbins grilled ribs for the Saturday night carry-in dinner and each rig brought the sides to make the meal. Of course, a rally would not be complete without several games of “Greed.”

Sunday morning, after our carry-in breakfast, we walked down to see Bob and Mary Roberson’s Alpine coach which was recently acquired. Naturally, a tour was in order and I was thoroughly impressed. Makes my older coach seem dowdy by comparison. That’s alright, I love her just the same.

See you out and about,


Leave A Comment, Written on July 12th, 2010 , Texas Travelers' Rallys

Looking back at what developed into a rather grueling trip for me, I have some perspective. I find it rather telling that not one time, once he was in the coach, did Dad complain about being uncomfortable, about being cold. Something he always had problems with because of the neuropathy from the chemo. He was fully in his element once he walked up those steps.

Dad went with me on two very short trips the week after we returned from Tucson. Once to get the wiper blade replaced at Evergreen RV in New Braunfels and another for a State Inspection as we readied the coach for the Texas Travelers’ Johnson City Rally April 16-18th.

35 days, after returning to Texas with his new Cummins, (heck, his NEW Cummins, in his NEW RV) Dad succombed to cancer after a three-year struggle…

I would give anything to do it again.

Mom continues to live with cancer.  She still rv’s as Dad wanted her to continue to do.

Leave A Comment, Written on July 5th, 2010 , Our Rigs, Safari

Dad, Entertaining his first guests in Kerrville
After a restful (and comfortable) night in Kerrville, Mom’s and Dad’s Texas Travelers friends that live locally dropped in to see the ‘new’ wheels. Dad was in his element. We visited for awhile and just made an easy morning of it before heading out.

Around noon, we pulled over for lunch. Dad napped in the coach while Mom and I went inside to eat. Once back on the road, an hour more put us parked in the driveway in San Marcos. I hooked it up, left it in the driveway and headed home for the first time in over 2 weeks.  At least my cough was letting up.

Leave A Comment, Written on February 24th, 2010 , Our Rigs, Safari

You could’ve hung meat in the coach by 3 a.m. I toss and turn the whole time and feel mom stirring just before daybreak. Turning over I see her in the La-Z-Boy next to my front jacknife sofa-bed and she’s wrapped up as tight as can be in her jacket trying to shrink up into it. In the half-light I could clearly imagine her when she was a little kid doing the same on a cold day before school.

After a while I get up, crank the coach up and try to coax some heat from the dash air,… any heat is better than none.

As day breaks we hit the local propane dealer 1 block away. They know nothing about Propane heaters in a RV so we head back on the highway, past the gas station we hunkered down in, and 100 yards down the road, an RV PARK! We could’ve plugged in the other space heater… (Murphy, you devil !!!) The highway is empty. We trundle along at 30 mph slipping a little here or there on the inch or so of ice and snow, following in the tracks of some other early morning trailblazer, passing a Suburban in the ditch, and a 18 wheeler in the median in short order. Some people should’ve pulled over for the night when it started snowing. Traffic builds over the next hour and and the slow lane slowly gets better. By the time we hit Fort Stockton at noon we can manage 50 mph.

While in transit Dad has been on the phone with our Uncle in Tennessee and he found us a guy to look at the propane furnace in Fort Stockton. Five minutes messing around below the refridgerator and the furnace fired up. All my messing around outside, lifting the panels checking connections, in the snow the night before I wasn’t even close. A zip tie on the wiper arm from an 8-foot ladder and that was good enough to travel as well. Of course it didn’t rain the rest of the trip so…

Anyway, off to Kerrville for the night. Dad was determined we stay one night of REAL RV camping before hitting home. Before dark we’re pulling into the Guadalupe RV Park in Kerrville. We set up for the night and even dig the TV out of the box and set it up on the dash for a show before bed.

1 Comment, Written on February 23rd, 2010 , Our Rigs

Heading Out
Loaded Dad up and we took this pic before heading East.

We picked up the ‘working’ Safari from the shop that was doing the cruise control and Dad insisted we get out of town. So late this afternoon, Dad sitting in the passenger seat, doing our best to beat the snow that was slated to hit El Paso by midnight, we turned on the propane furnace and headed off, away from the setting sun. By 6:30pm we were crossing New Mexico with Mom behind the wheel.

Somewhere around the New Mexico/Texas border, the propane furnace starts blowing cold air. Uh-Oh. 8:45 p.m. we pull into a Target in El Paso to pick up a couple of space heaters and they are out of them. Only fans. Guy says something about it being the summer season. ??? As I walk away, I mention they’re getting 2″ of snow tonight so who was the brain child that thought that through (I was cold and wet and in no mood). I get outside and the digital readout on the mall sign across the street says 8:56 p.m. It’s still raining, and I rush for the Sears over there. It’s 9:02 by the time I get the coach parked and make my way to the door. I cajole my way past the lady blocking the door and get two heaters, on sale for half price. Woo Hoo!

So back on the road we go, genny running and a fan plugged in on the kitchen counter. By the time we hit the other side of El Paso, not even 10 minutes later I smell something burning. Yep, the fan didn’t like the (modified sine wave) power the generator was putting out. It wasn’t allowing the fan in the heater to turn and consequently it was in the early stages of melting away. We push on leaving El Paso behind hoping to get to Ft Stockton before stopping. Of course Murphy was really putting it to us and about this time the sleet starts and the driver’s wiper decides to maim itself. It’s a two arm setup, one on the gear, one to stabilize itself. The stabilizer sheared the pivot point at the top and the arm went horizontal with the rest of it flopping around down lower. It’s after 10 and we’re in the middle of nowhere, with no tools… We push for the next service center.

When we arrive in Van Horn at the Loves/Pilot, I top off with fuel, and peruse the tool section for a Phillips and Regular screwdriver. I manage to get the loose arm off and now just have a blade that wants to be horizontal on my hands and no ladder to get up to where I need to fix it. The gas pump clicks full, and as I tighten the gas cap, the snow starts falling. <groan> Damn you Murphy!

We pull around back, shut things down and hunker in for the night. It’s midnight, no heat, and only the one lightweight blanket that was on the bed when we bought it and the one I’d gladly taken when my Aunt offered. Thank heaven for that blanket!

Leave A Comment, Written on February 23rd, 2010 , Our Rigs, Safari is proudly powered by WordPress and the Theme Adventure by Eric Schwarz
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