Mission accomplished, but not without a bit of trepidation. We cleaned and prepped the trailer last night in Panguitch. All went well. We awoke to a firm frost, which accounted, I guess, for the furnace cranking on every four minutes or so last night. For whatever reason, my Bunny had a rare sleepless night (She felt tormented by the furnace). Her mind filled her normal sound sleeping space with brain twirling gymnastics. She thought of our kids, knitting, the Hooleys, gardening, and things she can't even remember. Bottom line: She was up at 3 A.M. I followed her at five, but then we decided one more snuggle might help us catch the sleepies. It worked. Tucked in our warm little nest, helped by the fact that we turned the furnace down, we slept until a more reasonable 6:30 A.M. By 9 A.M. we had eaten breakfast, hooked up Fric, loaded Frac, and turned North on highway 89. By 12:30 P.M. we arrived in Las Vegas, Nevada at the Sunrise RV Storage facility. An exceedingly pleasant and efficient Hispanic lady named Angie handled our paperwork. We then proceed to our spot, B39, which to our dismay was a very tight spot bordered on two sides by large RVs. Judy masterfully guided me through the relationship testing backing instructions. The result was that we managed to squeeze Frac into the tight spot. No nicks, no dents, no marriage counsellors (We have the high fives to prove it). The good news is that no one will be able to steal anything because even if they broke the windows out, there wouldn't be room enough to climb in. My only concern is if our neighbors come for their RVs. They'll have to be quite skinny to open the doors on their rigs. No matter; it's done now. We left Vegas and proceeded North through the empty vastness of the desert. We made it to Ely, Nevada just before 6 P.M. had a delicious Mexican dinner, and we're now comfortably ensconced in the local Ramada. Blessed again by a day of traveling mercies, we're glad that life is good, especially today.
Cinch your girdle, Frac.
Talk about close neighbors!
See you in January, Frac. Stay well.
Believe it or not, I angled the back of the trailer away from the door to this rig. I hope he's a skinny minnie, or better yet, I hope he doesn't want his rig until after we leave. Let us pray.
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