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Louisville

Week before last, we had a nice visit with Duane Dibbens, our longtime renter/friend/neighbor next door in Louisville. He looked as healthy and well as we have seen him in years. A week after that, he died. He went out to dinner with his dancing partner, they sat down together to watch some television after, and he just died. He was older, seventy-four, had heart bypass surgery a couple years back, and health issues since, so it was not a big surprise, but we’re sorry to see him go. He was a good friend/neighbor.
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Tow cars

From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Monday, November 27, 2006 4:54 PM
To: Bill Taylor (Bill Taylor); David Taylor (David Taylor); Tom Taylor (Tom Taylor)
Subject: FW: tow cars
In an effort to properly document everything that can possibly go wrong while motorhoming, I’d like to pass along this response from a friend with his own tow-car adventure to report. Our little tow car is like the original, but I always worry that I forgot something (like leaving the parking brake on). Also, the book recommends we run it for a few minutes every hundred miles or so. I did this one time and when I got to the NEXT stop it was still running. DUH! So now I always leave the toad door open when it is running since I can see the open door in the coach mirror and will not do that again.

Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2006 20:38:42 -0700
From: spt@thetaylorcompany.net
To: billt4@earthlink.net; taylor234@comcast.net; code-boy@earthlink.net
Subject: st vrain

Did I mention how difficult it is to hook up our tow car? Not that it’s difficult to hook it up, it’s just different. The mechanical connection of the tow gear from the motorhome to the tow car is the same as with every other car, takes about a minute. Hook up the safety cables. Hook up the air line for the brake assist. From inside the car, still have to find neutral in the transmission just like every other car. It’s the last part that’s difficult. Taking the key out. For every other car, we had to be sure the key was in the proper accessory position so the steering wheel wouldn’t lock and the front tires scuff off as we towed them sideways. In this Jeep, it’s different. Confirm that the transfer case is in neutral. Pull the key out. Walk away. The steering wheel doesn’t lock. Years of training to check and recheck the key position in the tow car. It’s not easy to overcome. Pull the key out and walk away.

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Karchner

Up at dawn to bird Bosque for an hour. Thousands of sandhill cranes. Thousands of snow geese. Then back to the motorhome to follow the Rio Grande for another hundred miles south, while it followed the eastern side of the continental divide south. We left the Rio Grande at Hatch. We’ll catch up with it again in December when we’re headed for Texas. We’ll cross it at Las Cruces, then stay north and east of it from El Paso on, since it describes the US/Mexican border from there to the Gulf of Mexico. We’ve come far enough south now, that we’re back into fall. Southwest at Hatch on the cut-off road, amid cotton fields and chilies. Interstate 10 and lunch at Deming. West through the New Mexico/Arizona desert, past jagged sky islands; northern tips of Mexican mountain ranges just poking over the border, and bringing their southern wildlife species, into our desert southwest. Through Lordsburg, into Arizona, Willcox, Texas Canyon, and Benson. Highway 90 south to Karchner Caverns State Park. A familiar campground. Got the usual spot. We’ll stay here a couple days. Last night at Bosque we left the water hooked up all night. It was thirty-seven degrees.