On the way to Skull Valley (see previous post) I stopped in Wickenburg to register the new wheeleastate and received a call from Tim. He’d just passed Quartzsite on the way to meet me when the transmission on his bus started to go out. So he headed back to Quartzsite BLM where friends were camped while I continued north.
Almost felt like Christmas, and not just because of colder temperatures. Thank you all for filling my Amazon wish list. I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Thankfully, the 5th-wheel kitchen was well stocked. Still a lot of fun wants but immediate needs were met.
Izzy, from the caravan, arrived the next day to help me sort, pack, and clean. I decided to sell the 5th-wheel as I no longer need two RVs.
So while Izzy scrubbed, I made piles: keep, trash, and sell or give away. There for a week and only made a small dent in it all. Not easy to move from 36 feet with three slides (300 sq ft), after 12 years of living, into 20 feet (100 sq ft). Back and forth, pile to pile, until the trash pile exceeded all others. $25 at the dump when I usually pay $2 for up to three bags.
With cooler temperatures approaching, we headed downhill to Congress for a couple nights.
Plus we set up roadside, along with others, and sold a bunch of stuff. Made enough to go out for a nice dinner at Nickels West.
Then we high-tailed back to the caravan camp near Quartzsite to attend a Halloween party at the Lit Cactus.
After a few days in camp and work on my new wheeleastate, we went back to Congress on the way to Skull Valley once again.
This time my intent was to prepare the 5th-wheel to roll. Driving three hours each way just didn’t make sense.
Of course my current rig won’t tow it. However a friend in Quartzsite could, and did. Bye-bye Skull Valley, it’s been nice. Life rolls on. Seemed it would be more convenient and easy to sell in a town full of RVers like Quartzsite.
But first I had to completely empty and clean it. Have I ever mentioned I hate housework?
I’m still operating on my phone with no laptop, however that’s another story.