Steve and Judy's Travels!

The winter weather hookups. The external propane tank next to the rig. The warm water hose, attached to their all-weather faucet. It’s a twenty
foot hose section, wrapped with heat tape, encased in foam, wrapped in duct
tape. They leave extra foam sticking out of each end. There is enough
extra foam on the faucet end to wrap around the pressure regulator, then
wrap the whole setup in duct tape. The motorhome has an electrical outlet
in the water utility cabinet. The electrical plug is on that end of the
hose. It all works.

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From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Saturday, November 27, 2004 5:28 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: dakota ridge There is another Bounder pusher in the park. It has a customized Bounder
back end.

_____________________________________________
From: Steve Taylor [mailto:spt@thetaylorcompany.net]
Sent: Saturday, November 27, 2004 5:30 PM
To: Bill Taylor (E-mail); David Taylor (E-mail); Tom Taylor (E-mail)
Subject: dakota ridge A dramatic sunset, followed by a frosty eighteen degree morning.

We got lucky. Had a nice weather window for the drive north. Two days of
blue sky, sunshine, and progressively cooler weather. A little wind, a few
showers, four hundred miles, no problem. Saw some really big geese flying.
When we got closer, they turned out to be sandhill cranes. A flock of
sandhill cranes flying north, just outside Wagon Mound, New Mexico. Go
figure. In Santa Fe, we met another kind of mobile service guy. He drives a pickup
truck pulling a fifth wheel and his family. He drives from place to place
drilling, setting charges, then setting them off. It seems there are lots
of mines and projects that need blasters, but don’t need them full time.
The itinerant bomber patrols his circuit, showing up when needed, to blow
things up. Then off he goes while they scoop up all the rubble he made,
until the next time they need him. Sounds a lot like what I do. Rags finally tired of riding in his cat box. Now he’s driving from the
captain’s chair right behind us. North on Interstate 25 from Santa Fe to Las Vegas, Wagon Mound, Springer,
and Raton. Into Colorado, through Trinidad, Walsenburg, Pueblo, Colorado
Springs, Castle Rock, glance off the south edge of Denver, and up along the
foothills to Golden. Home and hooked up in Dakota Ridge by dark. We’ll be here for a few weeks.
The usual hookups: electric, water, and dump hose. But there is more. The
external propane tank is attached. The heated winter water hose is hooked
up. We got here just in time for some serious winter weather. There is a
winter storm moving in, with teens, and even some single digits forecast. Life on the road.

Santa Fe Skies. Parked at the top of New Mexico.