As story of moving a crossed the entire US.
I’m finally on my way to Florida from San Diego. I got a little delayed in leaving but I planned for it. At 9pm I hit the road and I’m driving like Ned Flanders. I’m waving to all the truckers like I’m part of a club and to all the RVers. Then someone actually waved to me while he pulled in front of me and gestured to pull over. So I did. He got out of his minivan and I out of the RV. He walked up and tells me “your trailer tire is on fire.” I say, “Oh fiddlesticks”. We walk back and sure enough flames were jumping through the wholes of the tire rim. In short time the flames went out so now what? The fella that pulled me over was helpful in providing me with the number to a mobile mechanic. I think it was around 10:30 at night by this time. No answer to my desperate text for help. I determined that being on the side of I-8 wasn’t the place to be so I drove 10 miles an hour to the exit. I was not in the best neighborhood but I found a place to park so I can google where I can find help. I find a place called Ricks RV. There not open so I park on the street, pull the drapes, lock the door and tell Harlow (dog) to stand first watch. #fortLauderdale#RVlife
Now I drive the RV to Rick’s RV to figure out my wiring problem but of corse they can’t get me in that day. I stay the night in the parking lot to be seen first thing in the morning. That night while sleeping I heard a window brake. Someone yelled I’m calling the powlice (spelled the way it was pronounced). Shortly I have the lights from the Police cars casting a lovely red and blue light show through my window. I enjoyed the play by play of the car being broken into from the distraught lady that sounded much like a cast member of the Jerry Springer show. The next morning the mechanics looked at my sweet rig and told me two things. First, referring to some wiring I had done he said, “If I had wired this the way you did I would have been fired.” Ok, so I need to fix that. The other thing he said was, “I found the problem and we don’t have the part to replace it”. We ordered the part to be over nighted so I had the privilege to stay in the parking lot another night. That night I was woken by a man screaming from excruciating pain not more then 50 ft from my RV window. I grabbed my gun and opened the window slowly expecting to see some horrific crime. Nope! Some fella felt the need to just scream at 2am. He was not in any serious pain because he was walking like Andy Griffith taking Opie Taylor down to the pond to go fishen. The next day we fixed everything we need to fix and I reluctantly hit the road. Never will you grow unless you do something that scars the crap out of you. I’m now in Miami with sense of accomplishment. #roadtrip#adventure#yolo
Saw this little 2” long wasp called a Tarantula Hawk today. I picked it up and made friends with it. Then I decided to learn about it. It kills Tarantulas and drags it into a hole it made. Then it lays one egg on the Tarantula so it has something to eat as it grows. Oh and it has the most painful sting of all bugs.
Good morning. Here is my first attempt at macro photography. This is of a Crazy Lace Agate. I was telling someone that I find it amazing that all of the power of earth quakes, tectonic plate movement and other phenomenon don't destroy these agates over there long life before we can enjoy them. If any of you smart people out there know how long it takes for this to grow please let me know.