Yesterday AM, well noon actually, we depart for Prescott AZ for our appointment with destiny, in the form of a Ford dealer to fix the truck controller for the trailer brakes. Loyal, or disinterested, readers know our sad tale of promises made and broken about this repair.
Driving up to Prescott. Hey, the brakes work! Why? Who cares anymore! I figure that so many people had touched the truck and trailer in the past four months, inadvertently someone had fix em. Bruce takes full credit…why not.
The day prior, we decided to drive to Flagstaff after Prescott, to visit our friends Barb and Steve from Imperial Dam. Well, with no reason to go to Prescott now, we turned around and drove to Flagstaff, where we now reside. And Barb and Steve greeted us with a turkey dinner that couldn’t be beat.
We consider this our first real day of fulltiming as promised. No compelling plans, change on a whim. Like three year olds really. Yeah!
“How long will we stay in Flagstaff?” you ask. See previous paragraph.
Flagstaff looks like an interesting liberal town, with a college, Lowell Observatory, four microbreweries (!), and the nearby Grand Canyon. Kind of like Olympia, our former home town, with GC instead of Mt. Rainier and without the mold. We hope to drive to the GC in a couple three days, BTW.
Last time we saw the Grand Canyon during a visit to Sedona about five years ago. We rented a Harley Ultraglide. However, the rental guy underestimated the time needed to get there. We road that loud vibrating beast all the way up to the entrance, still several miles from the rim, then turned around so we could return the bike before we paid for another $150 day. This time we drive up in a loud diesel beast of a truck, but in much more comfort.
Maybe some pics next time of the Grand Canyon, tho we certainly don’t have a camera that could capture that grandeur.
Bruce
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