The theme song to Caddyshack pops into my head.
And I have visions of dancing gophers.
Back in West Texas. Haven’t been here in a year!
The heading home part of the trip map
And Jesse and Henry playing; late at night, kind of sleepy playing before bed.
Jesse and Henry sleepy playing just before bed
Hudson Hornet. They were made 1951 through 1954. The low-slung design was a big deal. The unique frame made for a comfortable ride and a hot performing car as well.
This is the part of the trip where we head home.
The heading home part of the trip map
The trip is winding down.
New Mexico windshield.
Football night in America.
The customized car in the foreground, you probably recognize.
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The car in the back might be more interesting though.
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Can you recognize it without any more information?
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Here is a little more of it.
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The rear view.
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And here is it in all its road-boat glory!
Standing next to the Jeep while gassing up, suddenly gasoline started pouring out underneath the car in front of the left rear wheel. I stopped pumping; the stream of fuel let up and stopped. I thought about it. I restarted the pump. The stream restarted. I stopped. It stopped. I checked the gas gauge. We were half full. I concluded there must be a bullet hole in the gas tank about halfway up. We drove on.
The next day, we were in Phoenix, so Judy took the Jeep in to the Jeep dealer to get the gasoline leak checked. Their verdict: Operator Error. There was no leak! No bullet hole!
So, I always thought putting gas in the car was a matter of putting the pump nozzle in the filler tube and turning on the flow. It never occurred to me there was a way to do it wrong. I was maybe a little skeptical when we got the car back, especially when I looked at the gas gauge the next day, and it still only had half a tank of gas in it. How could they know there was no leak if they never even filled it up? Back to a gas station again. I put some gas in the tank; enough to go over half a tank. No leak. I pulled the pump nozzle part way out of the filler tube and put more gas in. No leak. I tried every way I could to put fuel in wrong. I couldn’t.
Operator error? I guess maybe. It doesn’t leak now, and they said they didn’t have to fix anything; but that’s not a totally satisfying explanation. Oh, the mysteries of life.
We’re in Rodeo, NM.
The Arizona Part of the trip map
It doesn’t count that we’re slightly out of Arizona, because we’re camped right here on the border so we can bird a little more in Arizona. Our last stop on the Arizona tour; we’ll bird the eastern side of the Chiricahuas.
This is them from our windows tonight.
I don’t usually think much about being a veteran. Today I thought about it a lot.
I took the whole day off.
Ramsey Canyon.
We’ve been in fall colors since the tundra in August!
