A Good Week in Yuma

Our time in Yuma, AZ was productive.  And our week here has come to an end.  We head further east today, to another pretty area - east from Phoenix - called Gold Canyon.

Taking in the the view at Squaw Lake - north from the Imperial Dam

Wednesday proved to be a really nice day.  The temperature rose above 70 degrees.  That fueled our juices to take a ride into the Yuma area countryside.  We headed north and west, through the Yuma Proving Grounds, making our way up to Squaw Lake.  It was not as busy as we would have guessed.  A bonus for us though.  We had the beach and dock area to ourselves.

The lake looked nice.

We sat near the beach area and took in the view.  One fisherman was seen fly fishing while birds of all types were busy fishing too.

The mountains on the east side of Yuma

Tight curves - such as this one - gets the attention of drivers. 

We got to travel unimpeded through so many paved back roads.  Our views not only included water ways and lakes but also the farm fields teaming with labourers.  This valley is a huge vegetable production zone.

Squaw Lake from high up.

Wild burrows on the side of the road.

Labourers weeding the vegetable rows.

These crops will soon be harvested and trucked to all points in the USA and Canada.

Other than a bit of shopping and a few trips to the local hardware stores, we stayed in our RV park on Thursday.  Jeanette was busy with some laundry and I eliminated several items on the 'To Do' list.  Typically, RV's require regular maintenance and I was happy to spend several hours completing little tasks. After that, we went on a long afternoon walk.

Twelve motorcyclists gathered at Roger's winter home for a well planned Saturday ride. 

Other than Jeanette and me (from British Columbia) and John (from Minnesota), the other motorcyclists were from the Province of Alberta.  And a truly good riding group this is!

We rode north to Quartzsite.  The highway was busy with RVers heading there for the huge RV show in the desert.  And the area around Quartzsite was dotted with thousands upon thousands of RVs. 

Another very nice day for a ride.  Although a bit cool (mid 60's temperatures), we were all well dressed for the elements, and the views were great.

After our lunch in Quartzsite, the group then headed north towards Parker.  At the junction towards the little city of Parker and the city of Lake of Havasu (to the west and north) we headed east towards Phoenix.  And about 100 miles short of Phoenix was where we turned our rides south west and back in to Quartzsite.

Our riders in Quartzsite

An RV woman who owns this early 70's trailer was keen to show us how it had been renovated inside and out.  Nice!

After fueling up in Quartzsite, we headed south on Arizona 95, back for Yuma

We attended a planned gathering for dinner at my brother and sister in law's Yuma home.  Bernie and Rita invited a cousin of mine and his wife to join in.  It was nice to see George and Marie-Anne.  Although they winter here, we missed them last winter.  We shared a lot of laughter.

Pre-dinner laughter.  Good fun!

When evening dawned - and the typical desert temperature drops down - we moved under cover for dinner.

By 9:30 pm, everyone said their bye byes.  Thanks to Rita and Bernie for hosting.

This Sunday morning, Jeanette and I are readying to button up our RV, load and secure the motorcycle and say good bye to our riding friends before heading east to the foot of Superstitious Mountain.  Gold Canyon is in our sights.

Thanks for dropping in.

Update - Yuma, AZ

Our motorcycle friends from Edmonton, Alberta dropped by for a visit.

We arrived in Yuma, AZ last Sunday noon.  Once set up, our focus was to wash the grime off the 5th wheel, truck and the motorcycle.  The motorcycle took the most amount of time to detail.  But, the Harley is back to its usual shiny self.

Our Alberta friends - along with US friends - dropped by to say hello, have a chat and to invite us on a Tuesday ride.  And ride we did!

Brawley, CA traffic light

We left the Fortuna de Oro RV Resort @ 10:00 am.  The sky was blue, the wind was lite!  We pointed our wheels west to our back road destination that included Calexico, and El Centro, CA.  After a break and some coffee with Cinnabons,we continued north and east from El Centro.

North from El Centro, CA - Eastbound on Highway 78

At the lookout in the Imperial Sand Dunes

It is quite a vista from the lookout high above the dunes.  A weekday ride only revealed a few sand dune buggies.  The weekends create a buzz here though.  So many weekenders, with quads, off road motorcycles and sand buggies race up and down the sand hills.

At the high point lookout in the Imperial Sand Dunes

The sand coloured Mercedes in the background is a German made RV.  This is one sturdy home on wheels that sported a European license plate.  One almost needs a ladder to climb into the cab, let alone climbing into the RV component.

California Highway 38 southbound to I-8 on our way back to Yuma, AZ

Five hours after leaving the RV park in Yuma, we waved out good byes to our co-riders and rode to my brother and his wife's Yuma home for a mid-afternoon visit and dinner.  Bernie and Rita have called Yuma their winter home for better than 15 years now. 

Enjoying the sun at my brother and sister in law's home in Yuma, AZ

Last evening, while waiting for our table at a favourite downtown Yuma restaurant, with Bernie and Rita, our iPhone rang.  It was our little Edmonton based grandson, Owen who was celebrating his 2nd birthday, calling to FaceTime with Jeanette and I.  And he put on quite the show too.  Our handsome little man also had his mom bring his baby sister, Kaylie into the picture.  He adores his little sister.  And Owen got to see his great Aunt and Uncle too.  What fun!

Grandson Owen shown here celebrating his 2nd birthday with his baby sister Kaylie

A couple more rides are in our plans.  Today, Jeanette and I plan our own ride through the lovely vegetable fields in the area and likely leading us past the Yuma Army Proving Grounds and into Martinez Lake.  We could find a decent date shake along the route!

Another ride with our Yuma based friends is planned for either Friday or Saturday.  And we  sure look forward to that. 

Other than those activities, we are enjoying the sun, more visits with Bernie and Rita and some of their friends too.

We shared a fun FaceTime with these two and their folks last evening

We have reservations at the Canyon Vista RV Resort in beautiful Gold Canyon - only minutes east from Mesa and about 30 minutes east from downtown Phoenix - this Sunday, January 17th.  Jeanette and I will roll out from Yuma on Sunday mid-morning.

And that's pretty well it from here for now.

Thanks for dropping by.

Overdue Update....

Since our last post, several weeks back, and upon our return from Maui, Hawaii, we've been quite lax with blogging.  But we were not idle.

Our Christmas was spent with our grand-kids, their folks and friends.   And we got to have some outdoor fun too.

Grand kids:  L-R  Easton, Owen, Brie and Kaylie

A custom at our house is a pajama gift opening.  Everyone comes over in jamies for the gift opening on Christmas morning.  And what fun it was.  Good food follows the gift opening.

Ginette, Easton, Brie and Trevor opening their gifts.

Deni and Courtney had baby Kaylie (three months old) napping.

Owen was not napping though.  He was busy opening the gifts from Santa.  And it seems that a lot of the fun is unwrapping the goods.

Owen with a nice book he got from Santa.

It was a pleasurable Christmas....and a great get together.  Courtney and Deni, along with Owen and Kaylie live in Edmonton, Alberta.  They were able to get away and to spend two weeks on the west coast.  Overnights visits were balanced between Courtney's mom's home and ours.  What a treat!

Here is Easton giving Brie a ride on the tractor he received on Christmas one year ago.

Owen got his chance to drive the John Deere.  That battery powered set of wheels was a big hit.

Trevor and Brie enjoying some outdoor time.

We also had the opportunity to enjoy dinner with some of our friends.  Ione, wearing the red sweater in the photo below, invited us and Vancouver Island friends, Gwen and Steve for a nice post Christmas dinner.  It was a great get together.

Ione, Jeanette and Gwen

We traditionally share Christmas with our good friends, Mariette and Lorne.  This year, we hosted.  

Mariette and Lorne

Between dinners and visits, Jeanette was occupied with her RV preparations while I did some work on our motorcycle swivel-wheel. Having decided to take our Harley Davidson along on our RV snowbird journey, the chalk needed to be adjusted.  The Harley wheelbase is two inches shorter than our Kawasaki Vulcan Nomad.  Having made the adjustments, it was time for a test run.  Attached to our truck, with the Electra Glide loaded, Jeanette followed me in our other vehicle to see how well balanced the new set up was.  

Giving her thumbs up, she then drove the dually while I followed behind.  The test proved true.  The swivel-wheel was balanced and ready to attach to the 5th wheel.

A swivel-wheel road test.

Typically, we always have our truck serviced before heading south.  This year was no different.  What was different was the suggestion that we purge the coolant.  I OK'd that along with a few other recommended services.  And that is when 'Murphy' reared his ugly head.

Back home from the service centre, I started our dually the very next morning and to my surprise, huge clouds of white smoke were steaming from the exhaust.  WHAT?  Back to the service centre, it was discovered that the EGR (an emission control thing) had failed.  That required a fairly lengthy number of hours to delete the EGR.  It also required removing the turbo and headers to access the EGR.  I have no idea what or who caused the problem.  Was it bad luck, incompetence or both.

Back home, after many days in the service centre, we were ready to hitch up and head out on the 31st of December. 

Ready to roll to the US southwest.

Only one hour south from the US border, we lost our turbo while climbing a small hill on I-5.  What?  I pulled over to the shoulder, took a good look under the hood and, unable to see any loose parts, I had the sneaking suspicion that our turbo had failed.  It was a possibility.

Given that it was New Year's Eve, and given that repairs would likely take several days - including New Year's Day - Jeanette and I thought it through and chose to head back for home.  Without the turbo, the truck would pull the 5th wheel but at less than half the normal speed.  

We had limped back to our home within five hours after leaving at 7:30 am.  

I called the service centre.  The owner was keen to have my truck back to determine the cause for the failure of the turbo.  Within minutes, a diesel mechanic found the problem.  A clamp that holds one of the blue tubes that connects the turbo tube near the radiator had fallen off.  Really?  

Recall that the turbo had to be removed to delete the EGR.  So, someone at that service centre had been negligent when reinstalling the turbo assembly.  A new clamp was installed and on the test ride, it failed again.  The tube blew off.  A new tube was ordered - along with two new clamps - and once installed, we were good to go.  That was completed late in the afternoon of New Year's Eve.

Jeanette and I quietly celebrated New Year's Eve at home.  We had been invited to join other friends for celebrations but after our experience that day, we chose to stay home, get a good sleep and head south, once again,  bright and early on New Year's Day.

Cruising past Seattle on New Year's Day.

Well......only 2 1/2 hours south from our home and the US border - between the cities of Tacoma and Olympia on I-5 - our truck died.  You read right.  With no warning whatsoever, our truck died.  Forced back on to the I-5 shoulder, we both looked at each other and pondered what caused this failure.  I was thinking about incompetence from the work done by the service centre.  But that was a guess.

I called our RV Plus AAA for a recovery service.  Slowly and carefully explaining our towing needs, it was determined that two tow trucks would be commissioned to take us to a Ford dealer nearby.  We would have a two hour wait.

Well, that 'Murphy Bad Luck Guy' reared his ugly head again.  AAA sent us a 1 ton truck.  When it arrived, Jeanette expressed the opinion that we would not be going anywhere fast with a tow truck that could not tow our rig, let alone load our dually on its back.  The driver apologized once he saw our set was.  He could not help us and could not call AAA.  We had to make another call.   Aargh!!!!!

A State Trooper stopped by to check on us.  He had found a dollar on the ground next to our 5th wheel.  Claiming he could not take the dollar, he gave it to us.  He was a first class fella who said he would check back on us should we have difficulty getting the right towing services.

A second call to AAA and I was put through to a supervisor.  The woman was most competent and quickly apologized for the error in sending an undersized tow vehicle.  Reading our file on computer, she could not believe how someone could make the mistake.  She would handle our file and she would order a 'stat' for fast service.  An hour or so later, an F-650 tow truck appeared with a licensed driver who could disconnect the drive shaft, and tow us to a Ford dealer nearby.

In the meantime, RV and motorcycle friends were heading north bound, on I-5, back for home.  Recognizing our 5th wheel, they turned around and dropped over to see how we were doing.  Once the proper tow vehicle arrived, John and Kim headed back for the Canadian border and their home.

All in one towing.

AAA had told the tow truck driver to tow us to Lakewood Ford - 17 miles north  - off I-5.  The driver, believing he had a better idea, towed us 5 miles south to a small Ford dealer.  He chose to park us next to the east wall.  He was certain we would get service the very next morning.  OK, we thought.

Parked at Mullinax Ford, a small Ford dealer in Olympia, WA.

First thing Saturday morning, January 2nd, I walked into the service centre of the dealership.  Within two minutes, it was clear that 'Murphy' would again rear his ugly head.  The young lady (and I use that term loosely), with a very cocky attitude stated that she could not service us on Saturday, nor Sunday, nor Monday, nor Tuesday, nor Wednesday.....but possibly on Thursday or maybe Friday.  If not, she could look after us one week later.  WHAT? 

Do you find this hard to believe?  This is honest to goodness truth.  No service for several days or possibly even going into the next week?

To add insult, I was told to get our 5th wheel out of their dealership.  They had a business to run and we were in the way!  WHAT?  Were we not new business?  And while I was in the service centre, the sales manager was banging on the 5th wheel door.  Opening the door, Jeanette was told - in an insulting tone - to get our 5th wheel and truck out of their lot.

Peeved, I walked back to our 5th wheel, only to be even more peeved when told about Jeanette's encounter with the sales manager.  Working the telephones, I called triple AAA to secure a tow to another Ford dealer.  While AAA were working on finding a towing service, I got busy calling three large Ford dealers in the area.  A service centre adviser at the large Lakewood Ford dealership (only 19.8 miles north from where we were) offered a diesel tech to service us as soon as we could get our truck towed there. 

Bang, bang bang....and this time I opened the 5th wheel door to be met by the errant sales manager wanting an answer as to when we would be vacating his dealership?  I stepped outdoors, closed the door, exchanged some terse words with this idiot....and he walked away.  I have a tough time suffering fools....and she was one BIG FOOL.  I never heard nor saw again that day.  Message had been clearly delivered.  I would vacate when I could.  

I also asked why this dealership - with no service - would not assist in helping us find another dealer and/or finding a towing service. 

The comedy of errors (that 'Murphy' guy) erupted yet again.  The only licensed tow operator who could pull our rig was on a day off.  He would not agree to tow us.  The only other option was to find a towing service that could provide a 5 ton flat deck to load our dually and another truck to tow our 5th wheel.  Over a four hour period, no service could be found; and this in the huge major metropolitan greater Seattle/Olympia corridor.  

I could not believe hearing the AAA adviser tell me that they could not find a service to assist us.  They were dropping the ball.  Finding a towing service would now rest on our shoulders.  I was not a happy guy, let me tell you!  

Once we get settled in the desert - and the time permits - I will be writing letters to AAA, BCAA, and Ford USA.  I plan to copy these letters to the Washington State Better Business Bureau too.  I also have to take issue with the Canadian service centre that initially installed the EGR delete kit.  The Lakewood Ford service centre discovered the turbo tubes were installed backward.  Of all things, it cost us more dollars to fix the initial screw ups.

Please, please, please avoid ever seeking service at this Ford dealer in Olympia, WA.  The dealer does not deserve your business.

I got on the phone once again and called so many towing services. No success!  I called Garry, the great service adviser at Lakewood Ford and he suggested one towing service I had not yet called.  Although that company did not have a 5th wheel capable tow vehicle,they suggested another towing company.  I was fast running out of options and the day was waning quickly.

A call made to Nisqually Towing connected me to a nice lady who listened to my plight but  admitted she didn't know anything about their equipment and had no idea if they could assist us.  I asked her to please write down precisely what I needed her to pass on to a their senior tow truck driver. He was on a call, assisting on a recovery.  She did take the notes.  Feeling uncertain about her, I asked if she could repeat what she had written.  She had taken good notes.  I then asked if she could call the senior tow truck guy, read the notes and ask if he could be of service.

A few minutes later, I received a call from the very nice lady at Nisqually Towing.  A few questions were posed and she promised to call back within a few minutes.  She did just that.  We struck gold.  Nisqually towing could handle our needs.

By 3:30 pm, on Saturday, January 2nd, 2016, two large tow trucks showed up at the awful Mullinax Ford.  Our truck was unhitched from the 5th wheel, then loaded onto a large flat deck.  The 5th wheel was hitched to another 5 ton truck (equipped with a proper hitch) and off went, heading for I-5 northbound and to the large Lakewood Ford dealer.  

Minutes after dropping our F-350, the dealership had the truck in its service centre and within one hour, Jeanette and I had a comprehensive breakdown on the required service to get us rolling again.  The failure was fairly catastrophic.  The fault also cooked our fairly new batteries (there are two on our truck).  Service would begin late that Saturday afternoon but, sadly, we would have to sit out Sunday and most of Monday before having our truck repaired.

Lakewood Ford securely stored our 5th wheel while Jeanette and I were booked into a local America's Inn and Suites nearby.  

Finally, by Monday, mid-afternoon, we had our truck back.  This Ford dealer was top class.  How unfortunate that we were not originally towed there.  Had that happened, our truck would have been repaired on Saturday and we would not have lost an extra two days, plus hours upon hours of frustrating attempts to get us out of the awful Mullinax Ford dealer in Olympia.

Now, many of you may find this story to be surrealistic.  Writing this, it does seems surrealistic to us too.  To be dealt with so much incompetence: beginning with our truck service at home, losing the turbo, returning home, needed more repairs, the electrical failure, incompetent AAA service, disastrous and inhumane treatment from Mullinax Ford, numerous telephone calls to find services, and the stress (money too) for all of this almost cooked our snow bird adventure for this 2016.  We seriously considered taking our wounded selves back home and to never, ever again return to the US southwest.  

A good night's sleep, coupled with some encouraging words from our good friend Hector (who was patiently waiting for us at the Seven Feathers RV Resort) returned our resolve to persevere and continue our winter journey.  And it has been a good trip since.

Some of the weather we drove through.  This is in southern Oregon

"Murphy" yet again came to haunt us.  Yes, it is true! Unbelievable!

 Arriving at the Seven Feathers RV Resort truck stop, in southern Oregon - and where Hector was hanging out, waiting for us - I was pulling up to a fuel bay when an Oregon State Trooper stopped us.  He took issue with our swivel wheel.  He claimed we were illegally operating a triple tow.  I patiently explained that our swivel wheel was not connected to a ball and it was not an articulated system (which defines a ball type towing mechanism).  I also explained that this was the 13th time we towed through the State and had been followed on numerous occasions by State Troopers in Washington, Oregon, California, Arizona, and Nevada. We had not ever been stopped once it was observed that ours was not a ball type triple tow system.  Well, this Trooper was adamant.  He held us up for well over 45 minutes while sitting in his car attempting to get a ruling from a superior. I could even prove that we had owned this set up since 2010.  We carry the bill of sale and the title in our RV records

In the end, he still argued that he was right and I was wrong.  

I then detailed a case that was previously defended in the courts, in his state.  It involved a Californian - towing a swivel-wheel like mine - who successfully defended himself in an Oregon court.  The judge ruled that the swivel-wheel was not a triple tow.  

Nadda!  This trooper was going to issue a ticket.  I chose curb my polite arguments.

He returned to his car and minutes later walked back to our truck and issued a warning.  So, although not ticketed with a violation, he made clear that should we be stopped by another Oregon Sate Trooper, we would be served with a ticket because we were now in the computer system.  CRAP!  Feeling like we should just pack up and head home, Jeanette felt like doing just that.  Go home, sell the whole RV set up and further our travels anywhere in the world but never again in the USA.  That was how we felt!

I called the Texas based manufacturer of our swivel-wheel and confirmed the Californian who successfully defended the Oregon ticket.  Feeling positive about defending a ticket - should that present itself - we chose to press southward.

However, we did choose to spend two nights at the Seven Feather Resort.  We had some business to take care of and working the phones and computers while parked proved better than trying to complete that while rolling.  Hector, ever the trooper, hung in with us too.  His wife, Diane is still back home dealing with her father's health issues before joining Hector in the Palm Springs area.

In the weeks ahead, I will attempt to find the court record for the swivel wheel court case; print the documents and keep them with our RV documents.

Another carrier system called the Idaho Tote. 

Registering at the Seven Feathers RV resort, I spoke with the owner of this system.  Although a similar towing system, he was surprised by our encounter with the State Trooper. This RVer is from Washington State.  He too firmly believes that we are on the right side of the law with respect to triple towing.  He also said that he had been followed numerous times by State Troopers in numerous US States and had never once been pulled over or even threatened with a violation.  He also thought it was a frivolous act to even argue that we were triple towing.  He clearly understood the definition of an articulated system. 

That said, it has been a trip to never, ever forget.

I pondered long and hard - for days on end - about whether to write about our tribulations.  'Murphy' got us good this time out.  But that's life or, as we like to say in the French language, 'c'est la vie'! 

So....with support from close friends....some time to compose ourselves following the disastrous set of circumstances, we fully realized that 'Murphy' came very close to killing our travel plans.  But...in the grand scheme of life, our tribulations do not even come close to those suffered by so many folks from natural disasters, third world living conditions, war, political strife, sickness and health....and more.

It's all good!

Our lovely site at the Seven Feathers RV Resort

Good roads and driving conditions on the high mountain Siskiyou Summit.

Great driving conditions at the Lake Shasta Summit

Hector and I - with Chico, the great Portuguese Water dog - enjoying relaxing chat.

At the Orange Grove RV Park - east from Bakersfield, CA

Hector got busy harvesting some oranges.....

.....and Jeanette managed to harvest enough oranges to keep us through the next couple of months.

And there you have it.  That's our story.  And from here going forward, we press on.

Thanks for dropping in.

Back to the BC Coast....

We're back from what turned out to be a fabulous Maui getaway.  Jeanette, her sister Deb, husband Bob and I spent ten great days on that truly wonderful Hawaiian island.  And our tours took us to better than 90% of the island roads; including the road to the top of the 10,000 foot volcano for an early morning 'top of the world' sunrise.

Along the beach in Kaanapali

Our very last day on Maui took us to Kaanapali and some final beach time.  The beach was busy.  The wind was brisk and the clouds would roll in and out and would sprinkle a slight mist at times.

Jeanette is playing on the beach.

These large catamarans would cruise onto the beach, keep their engines running while loading tourists then back out and head away for the planned excursions.

Jeanette and I took a long beach walk west towards the rock wall in the photo below.  Cliff jumpers could be seen jumping, flipping and diving off in the distance.

Although the signs clearly display no jumping, no one really paid any attention.

We witnessed some pretty impressive jumps and dives from here.

Back at our site, Bob and I sat in the shade while Jeanette and Deb took in the last sun rays possible before our flight back to Vancouver, BC.

Back in Lahaina, we enjoyed a lunch and took a final walk around the Front Street shops and the marina.

We made our way back to our condo and began packing for our late evening flight.

The port town of Lahaina offers much for tourists.  That our condo was only one block off from Front Street was great.  We could quickly access any of the restaurants or simply enjoy walking around the marina or the shops.  Good fun!

Jeanette always writes down the names of our grand kids on any bit of sand she can find during our travels.

These catamarans are most popular in and around Maui.

Our lunch spot on the beach featured a Christmas tree.  Immediately following the US Thanksgiving, Christmas stuff began appearing everywhere.  The local radio stations began playing X-Mas music.  Sure seemed odd listening to Christmas carols while driving under palm trees.

More Christmas decor

A final pose in Lahaina before heading off.

We enjoyed Bob and Deb's company on this trip.  It was fun having them along to celebrate our 40 year anniversary and Jeanette's birthday.  It was a fun trip.  Mahalo.
  Alright!  Back to reality.  Now we focus our attention on hosting Christmas at our home and preparing our 5th wheel and motorcycle swivel wheel for our late December departure to the sunny US southwest climes.

Mahalo for dropping in