Sunday

Nebraska. Easy driving. Flat. Smooth roads.

Louisville State Recreation Area. The Platte River, forest, grass, and sandpit ponds.

It’s after Labor Day. Got to love the camping density of shoulder season.

When we first got here, there was a large picnic going on. They made us take food. We had an early dinner.

On the road again!

Almost.
We left St. Vrain State Park and brought the motorhome in to MHC Kenworth for a follow-up. It still does that shudder/flutter thing at 65mph. They were ready for us. They plugged into something in the front and did a timing recalibration with the engine running. They took a look at the exhaust brake to make sure it wasn’t sticking and causing the engine to run rough at speed. They checked the software for the new engine and downloaded the newest version.

That’s it. They can’t think of anything else to do. I can’t think of anything else to do. Caterpillar tech support can’t think of anything else to do. It was 5 o’clock on a Friday when they were done. Not a great time for a test drive on the freeway, so we just drove to the other end of the lot and parked for the night. Spent the evening with Matt and Lindsay at their house. We’ll give the rig a real test drive tomorrow, but driving from the service bay to our parking spot, it felt different. I think it’s running better. So, with that in mind, we’re leaving tomorrow morning. If the motorhome runs better, great. If it runs the same, okay. As long as it doesn’t run worse, that’s good enough for this trip. We’re off.

Our spot for the night:

That voice

 We watched that program on television, The Closer.  There is something about that voice.  Kyra Sedgwick, The Closer.  It’s so familiar.  The accent.  The tone.  The cadence. I know who it is! IT’S TOOTSIE! That’s who it sounds like.  Kyra Sedgwick is Dustin Hoffman!  

Ow!

 My face hurts. Dr. John (the dermatologist) blasts spots on our faces with liquid nitrogen to combat and correct accumulated sun damage.  He also had to cut a basal cell carcinoma off of each of us.  They’ll run those samples through the lab to make sure he got it all and have results by Monday.  Meanwhile, as the days progress, it will look more and more like we fell off our bicycles and landed on our faces.  

Annie the Beaver

Nothing much going on now. I’m catching up on work. Judy is doing all the errands it takes to keep the household running smoothly. Tomorrow, more doctor’s appointments and we have to move the coach to another site. We used up all the time we can reserve here, but by the Campground Ranger’s good graces, they’ll let us shuffle around from place to place until we get our lives in order enough to move on. We see the dermatologist. That means shots of liquid nitrogen at least, and I’m expecting a bit of the knife as well.

Judy has one more doctor’s appointment on Thursday. Friday afternoon, the coach goes back to the repair shop to find that elusive shudder at 65mph. Don’t know how long that will take. But that’s it. When this stuff is done, off we go.

Here is an old favorite picture, Annie having done her work.