Shortly after we set up in the gravel pit I climbed on the roof to erect the new photo voltaic panels to maximize the input.  Carol came up to give me a hand.  As soon as Carol tried to lift the first panel we undid I discovered that the panel had been put up backwards.  all the electrical connections are at one end, that end has to be at the pivot end of the panel or I would need extra long cables.  The other panel had the electrical connections at the other (correct for my set up) end.  We put that one up and the electrical flow to the batteries really did improve.  Called Solar Bill and he was not a lot of help, we were already 70 miles away and he had no helpers anywhere near us.  The task would be up to me, if I could find an assistant willing to work on the roof with me.  Carol does not have the strength to assist me in this project.

A while later Dan and Beverly Armstrong, with whom we had been in touch, appeared with their motorhome and parked along side.  After a lengthy exchange of greetings based on our not having seen each other for over a year, Dan noticed my panels and asked the obvious question.  It was hot and we had other places to go so I said we should put off the roof work till the sun was a bit lower.  So after a ride to Bard to get some dates and fresh ground peanut butter, Dan got out his tools to add to mine and we ascended to the roof.  After about 30 minutes we had the rear panel turned around so I could point both at the sun.  Once again the meter should greater improvement in electron flow.  This left me needing to buy one new tool, a 7/16 box end wrench.  Carol and I drove to the Yuma Proving Grounds PX and found a very nice set for a reasonable price.  While there she found a mini Cuisinart and when I price checked, it was 20% less then the best price on Amazon.  Deal!

Wednesday Dan and Beverly left for Yuma Elks Lodge and we puttered around the camp site until we decided to take a ride to Mitry Lake and the PX.  We were planning on moving to the Yuma Elks on Friday because there were several events we thought we might attend in Yuma and the 30 miles drive back and forth gets old, especially after dark.  Thursday we decided to go ahead and move.  We had been checking the Host Sites several times a day looking for a Host to buy our permit from.  Never did find one present.  For that matter we saw no one authorized to issue the permit until we were filling the freshwater tank prior to departure.  He could not sell the permit we needed so we said “sorry” and left.

The Yuma Elks Lodge camping area is on sand with no hookups and developed in a day when RVs did not have slide out rooms.  It felt tighter than we are usually parked for a large Rally.  Actually I almost walked into the side of Dan’s slide room when avoiding my own slide room.  The location is really convenient being in the center of town.  The hospital is across the street and its helicopter landing area was right on the street.  We are given to understand that the Elks Lodge has sold its land to the hospital and will be moving farther out of the center of town and may not have RV space in its new location.

While in Yuma we drove up past YPG to Martinez Lake with Beverly and Dan and took a day trip on the Colorado River with Yuma River Tours on their smaller jet boat.  The skipper said the river was relatively high and thus we only spent half the time crossing from side to side to stay in the channel and avoid the sandbars.  Given that the jet boat has a very shallow draft this gives a clue as to how little water is permitted this far down the river below  Hoover Dam, most of the water in the river is spoken for by farmers in California’s Central Valley.  We enjoyed a tour of Norton’s Landing, a remnant of the steamboat era when it served as a wood lot supplying wood to the passing steamboats.  Today it is a campsite for city children to learn about the “wilderness.”  The 15 foot or more climb from the dock to the high ground where we picnicked is a reminder of how deep the river once was, the terrace where we sat was just barely above water before the dams were built.

Our other activities while in Yuma included a trip to Los Algadones in Mexico.  With a good referral Carol and I chose to have our teeth cleaned there.  Cash, $25 each got the job done.  The report is that there are 450 dentists in Los Algadones, a sort walk over the border from the Quechan parking lot about 16 miles from Yuma.  We also bought some more tequila. Carol had a $7 haircut and we had a lovely lunch before getting in line to wait a bit over an hour to cross back into the US.  This day they had four line open for ICE instead of the two the last time we crossed and waited over 2 1/2 hours in the sun to inch our way to the border.  Sequester may increase the length of the line and do further damage to the economy of this lively Mexican town, but that is almost politics, someplace I try not to go.

Although we were a day’s drive from Tucson, where we needed to be, the morning of the 6th, we left on Monday the 4th with intention of stopping in Sells, AZ for the night.  The reported parking area was not really large enough to suggest it would be reasonable for us to stay the night.  We moved on with reports of boondocking locations along 86 near Kitt’s Peak Observatory (well the road to the observatory).  We found one right on 86 next to the turn off and spent some time orienting the coach and disconnecting the car so we could go to the observatory.  As soon as we turned onto the road in the Jeep we learned two important facts: the road is closed from 4 PM to 9 AM unless you have a reservation for a tour and star party, we had neither; there was a very large flat dirt area just off that road, outside the gate, that called to us.  We moved the coach in there and had a quiet, dark night out of earshot of trains and most traffic.  In the morning we were joined by another coach bound to the west from Lazy Days in Tucson who was having engine heat problems.  After exchanging names and basic biographic data, we left them there cooling their engine.  We saw them again at Lazy Days as we were checking out where to go for our appointment in the morning.  We got to spend the night in the Service Overflow lot, plenty of asphalt, electric hookups and a chain link fence.  The price was right so I was not complaining.

Getting our service work done will take some time as it may be Monday before they can get clearance from Tiffin to do what needs to be done.  We decided to stay in the campground at a 50% discount for service customers and enjoy the blessings of full hookups (FHU).  While waiting for them to release the coach to us for the night we drove to Sabino Canyon National Forest for a bit of a hike to shake the rust out of our legs.  It felt good.  For those who are interested the list of stuff needing work is long, but keeps getting shorter as some items are intermittent, they have happened once or are not happening now.  Harder to diagnose and fix what isn’t broken.  Even the front TV has been regularly working with the red signal on satellite for the past two nights.  None of the items are really show stoppers, just mostly annoyances.

We meet with Jane and Dean on Saturday, they are driving down from Florence where they have spent much of the winter.  Not sure what else we will get to, but there are a couple of plays we may take in while we are here.  I’ll let you all know when that has happened.

We stopped in Quartszite again.  Q, as we call it, is located at the junction of US 95 and I 10 also AZ 95 goes out of Q to the north to Parker and Lake Havasu, to the south is Yuma.  Q has a collection of RV service companies and swap meets AKA Flee Markets.  Lots of vendors selling almost anything except the thing you are looking for much of the time.

We came here because this is the best place to get photo voltaic solar installed (photo voltaic is direct to electricity, thermal makes hot something, usually water).  We had shopped a bit on our way through to LA and knew we were going to Solar Bill to get what we needed.  We pulled the coach into his shop as planned and immediately began discussing what would actually fit and what we really wanted as opposed to the package we had agreed to a week previous.  Hmm, shop? think an old corrugated shed with a couple of shipping containers for inventory.  Most of the work area is open air and the major concession to keeping things neat and clean is a selection of carpeting tacked down on the ground to keep the sand dust down.  On the other hand the sun shines most days and rain is seldom an issue.  For the RVers reading this we installed two 210 W panels on the roof an MPPT controller from Blue Sky and just because I am a gadget guy the remote is the IPN Pro which gives me more information about the state of my batteries and the charging system than I know what to do with.  Of course to get that information required significant extra wiring and then a fair amount of learning curve for me to start getting the information and then figure out what it means.  This took a couple of calls back to Bill of Solar bill and eventually to the manufacturer for some serious tech questions.  Four days later it is working fine and I have useful information about the state of the batteries.

After that work, we took the Jeep and drove to Parker AZ, about 90 miles north.  With a little research we found Lily’s Mexican and had a delightful meal, typical Mexican but very well prepared and nicely served.  If you find a way to pass though Parker, it is worth the stop.  We decided to travel up the west side of the Colorado River, that must be back in California, to Parker Dam and we were shocked at how BLM has developed the river bank for 16 miles with campground after day use area after campground.  Many dirt tracks lead off to the west and I was tempted, not having a map, or usable GPS or any self rescue equipment it seemed foolish so we didn’t.  A stop at Rock House Visitor center brought us in contact with a garrulous volunteer ranger who told us more than we could absorb about the area.  We retained two things a road past the dam up to Havasu Palms and The Desert Bar.  We took the road up past the Dam and when we saw several vehicles stopped at a dirt road entrance, I stopped and asked a young father with his wife and kids if it was appropriate to take a Jeep up that road.  He assured me it was and that he had been doing it for 40 years (I guess he counted time in the womb).  He gave us directions for an interesting loop with a steep climb and a rocky wash and stuff.  The first turn was 4 miles up the dirt side road to Havasu Palms.  At two miles we saw a turn that met his description but there were two more miles to go.  From 3.5 to 6 miles in we saw no usable turn.  We decided the better part of valor was to stick to the “main” road and tour Havasu Palms before returning to the dam.  The place was interesting, it is a cluster of manufactured homes on cliffs above the river, the views are gorgeous.  It is 7 miles up a barely improved dirt road (Dan, Malena, better than Hungrytown Hollow, but 7 miles) and then miles of paved back road to get to the Dam and over into AZ where it is another 10 miles to any kind of shopping, like for food.

As we retraced to the south on AZ 95 headed back into Parker, we watched for Cienega Springs road to the Desert Bar.  It is only open noon to 6 Saturday and Sunday.  It was 3:30 Saturday as we turned up the road.  This road was interesting.  We saw lots of vehicles headed out. There were plenty still there when we arrived.  The band was playing music from the fifties and sixties and we had a chance to dance to three long numbers before they stopped playing at 5.  Back down the five miles to 95 and back to the coach for dinner.

After a number of stops on Monday we finally got to Senator Wash, but decided to set up camp in the Gavel Pit above the lake as the the lake is dry.  They may fill it while we are here, but this is our decision.  Something different.

On the way to Los Angeles we stopped over night first in Quartzite where we shopped for a solar setup for our coach.  Then we moved on to an Elks Lodge in Beaumont-Banning CA.  On the way we stopped at Chiriaco Summit on I 10.  We have driven by innumerable times and even stopped for fuel and lunch.  We had noted a collection of old tanks (the military kind) and a sign declaring this to be the General George Patton Museum.  We had time and decided to spend some of it in the museum ($4.50 for Seniors).  It is certainly a revelation and somehow tied into our previous history stop.  It turns out that just out of West Point Patton, then a Lieutenant accompanied Black Jack Pershing on his raid into Mexico tracking down Pancho Villas after his raid into the US (see previous post).  The museum is on the edge of the site of the Desert Training Center created by Patton to prepare for the war in North Africa.  My father was stationed in Banning, not far down the road and I suspect he had some training time in this locale.  Also there is a modern Desert Warfare Center that may even encompass some of the original land where our son Dan spent some miserable training time during his time in the service.

After a stay at the Elks Lodge in Beaumont we moved on across to the Los Angeles Basin and our reservation at Dockweiler RV Park.  We had secured five nights in the back row (of three) furthest from the beach.  Through President’s Day the place was fairly full.  Last night we returned after dinner to find our coach surrounded by empty slots and tonight there may be 6 or seven RVs in the 117 spaces.

For entertainment we went to see the Endeavor at the LA Science Museum.  This is not to be missed.  It comes on top of our recent visit to the Houston Space Center Control Room and it is very well set up even though they have not completed the permanent exhibit space.  The volunteer docent we ran into was full of information not included in the signs and was anxious to tell us everything we might want to know.  We also took in the 3D Imax movie Hubble which was well worth it.  Combining 3D and Imax is really mind blowing.

Sunday night Tal had a sleep over with a friend and Miriam, Yechiel, Carol and I went out to dinner, Thai, dairy, Kosher of course.  Afterwards, Yechiel suggested we look into the music scene on Sunset.  It appeared to be crowded and noisy.  We walked through the scene for an hour or so and finally stopped at Mirabelle for cocktails before calling it a night.

As I write there is a storm blowing around us.  We may have to deal with strong winds on the road tomorrow.  I do hope they blow themselves out before we get into the desert.  We are one those “high profile vehicles” that these warning are for.  And we have ventured into high winds in the past to our discomfort.  

We drove the 30 miles from City of Rocks to Dream Catcher RV in Deming to clear our holding tanks, get warm and decide where to got next.  First order of business was to make plans for service at Lazy Days in Tucson to take care of the rest of the warranty stuff that has accumulated.  After the call to service we were in a bit of a quandary  the soonest we could get in is March 6.  We know once they get to work there will be hold ups and we cannot plan our departure until we see the schedule.  When to go to LA?  We decided to see if an immediate run there would work for Yechiel and Miriam and for us as well.  Mapping software shows a hard two day trip and we have three days to arrive Friday afternoon. We tried to get into Malibu Beach RV, but all they had was a partial hookup site that is 42′ by 16′ barely room to open our slides.  Called Dockweiler RV under the LAX departure lanes and found a spot on the back row way down from the runway so we may be able to sleep.

We decided that there was no point on rolling today and we did want to drive down to Palomas just over the border from Columbus NM.  Palomas is a very quiet border town best known for the Pink Store.  We had been told to eat there.  We walked on by and found San Jose a couple of blocks from the border, they displayed an Escapee Badge by the door so we decided to give it a try.  We were the only customers when we entered and no one came while we were there.  The food was quite good and  I was embarrassed when the bill for two nice lunches came to $8.00 so I over tipped in compensation and we were out on the street for $11 total and quite satisfied.  We stopped by Pink Store and checked out the restaurant.  The prices were about double and the menu did not seem any different.   I did buy a liter of Tequila and a small bottle of vanilla.

We walked back over the border with no wait, no one was in front of us so figuring out where to walk was a bit of an issue.  We decided to stop in Columbus at the museum, every small town has a museum.  It had railroad tracks and a caboose and a lot of railroad memorabilia on the outside.  The docent (didn’t get his name) greeted us and offered to show us a video of the towns history.  We agreed.  We were mesmerized, who knew we had landed in the one place in the United States where Pancho Villa had invaded and been driven off in 1909.  The first Army Air Corp base was built there and the entire fleet, eight planes were based there.  There were also 10,000 men staged there in the event of an attack.  I will not regale you with the entire story, needless to say Pancho Villa’s troops managed to cross the border unnoticed, between two guard posts and start attacking Columbus.  Two US officers got there troops engaged and managed to set up a cross fire that devastated Villa’s soldiers and drove them back across the border.  The story doesn’t end there, but for Columbus it does.

We will be rolling in the morning

Well I guess it has been a while.  We stopped here first in January 2003 for two nights on our way west.  Then in March 2004 we stopped overnight on our way east.  Since then we have stayed in Las Cruces NM about an hour and a half east to visit with Leora and Stuart and their family.  As we planned our route last week we realized that Leora would be off with Amalia who is auditioning for music schools.  We decided to bypass Las Cruces and City of Rocks seemed like a logical place to head for, at least for a day or two.

On the way from Big Bend we thought we would head for Davis Mountain State Park, but it was 26 miles out of the way (52 miles round trip) for no really good reason.  When we got to Marfa, we stopped and thought about what really made sense.  It was only 3 PM Central and we were heading west into Mountain time where it was 2 PM.  We decided to keep rolling and drove 75 miles west to Van Horn TX.  This place makes Fort Stockton look like a thriving metropolis, but there was a KOA with all the facilities we needed.  We pulled in and ran laundry and cleaned up everything.  This was the first time we had electricity, water and a sewer connection in a week.  In the morning we took on some fresh water and ran one more load of laundry before setting out on I 10.  we thought we would head for Deming NM, but decided, as we fueled in Anthony TX, that City of Rocks might be fun.

Pulling out of the Flying J, almost immediately we pulled into the New Mexico Welcome Center where we picked up some tourist information.  As I browsed, while Carol drove, I noted that Silver City just 40 miles from City of Rocks, was having a Chocolate Fantasia Day on Saturday.  Since we planned on visiting Silver City in any event this meant that most of the shops and Galleries would be open.  We pulled into City of Rocks and found no available electric connection so we wandered around the circuit to find a likely spot to dry camp.

City of Rocks is the result of a volcano hundreds of thousands of years ago.  It is a magma extrusion in the middle of a plain,  With the passage of time the extrusion has shrunk and split and the top cover has eroded (don’t take my geology as accurate, but it gives the idea).  What remains is a bunch of rock towers with lanes like streets between them sticking up in the middle of the plain.  Our site is tucked into the rocks.  The temperatures in Big Bend are still in the 80’s day time. Ttoday we woke to wind and 42 degrees.  That is as warm as we saw all day.  We spent the morning in the coach and left for Silver City at 11:30 or so.  We drove through strong winds and what, at first, I interpreted as a dust storm until it started leaving wet on the windshield.  It came nowhere near the east coast storm but it was a bit shocking to see snow starting to accumulate on the rocks and shoulders of the road.  We found our way into the center of Historic Silver City where most of the galleries and shops are.  After parking we stopped at the first gallery we came to and learned that the Chocolate was all by tickets, of course, and the tickets had all sold out several days before our arrival.  This saved us from sampling up to 20 chocolates in the course of the day.  Many people had bags with them to accumulate the chocolates for consumption at a later time.  We were guided to lunch at Diane’s which was wonderful with local product and a varied veggie menu and of course wonderful green chile.  We wandered through many galleries and then did some food shopping on our way back to the coach.

At 8:30, as I write, we are not sure we will stay here another day.  We will look at our fresh water and holding tanks in the morning after showering before we decide to cross that bridge, also the weather may have some say.

I know that some of my readers take comfort in our various misadventures and repair projects along the way.  It seems I have not recounted these in any organized way in some time.  This thought occurs as we recover from the case of the lost keys, redux.  I don’t remember if I told the story of the lost keys as we were preparing to leave Rainbow Plantations in Summerdale AL.  The short version is that as we prepared to leave I could not find my key to the Jeep.  The search encompassed the car the coach and eventually with the help of a passing Escapee who happened to have a metal detector, a search of the ground surrounding the coach.  All of this was of no avail.  As I made a final walk though to be sure the coach was ready for departure the key miraculously appeared lying on the floor by the back closet where I had put them down for a moment while doing something else.  Needless to say I should not have had the key in my hand, it should have been placed on the key rack by the front door as I entered the coach.

Today, as we prepared to leave Rainbow’s End in Livingston TX (is there a pattern here?) I went to the key rack and there were 3 sets of keys, Carol’s keys for the coach and Jeep and my keys for the coach, the Jeep key had gone missing again!  We searched the coach, we searched the car and we searched the ground, this time the gentleman with the metal detector was nowhere to be found.  No key!  We did the whole thing again.  With cost and inconvenience in our minds we eventually set off down the road without the second Jeep key.  Two hours down the road there was a lovely Texas Roadside Picnic area that beckoned for lunch and a driver change.  I searched the dashboard of the coach just in case the key might be there, no such luck.  After lunch as I took the navigator seat I picked up the burn envelope (this is where we put papers that have been scanned that have material that ought to be shredded – it will eventually feed a campfire) and reached in.  There was the missing key.  It had fallen off the key rack where it belonged, directly into the envelope.

Getting satellite tv working was a bit of a trial.  As reported earlier Dish Tech was well meaning, even helpful, but essentially incompetent when it came to getting the system working on this RV.  After the tech left, I tinkered some more and got everything working with one exception, the big TV in front had no Red input.  People were green, and CNN was grey.  I opened the back of the compartment that the tech at Colton RV had opened to fix something else to do with TV and sure enough there is a nightmare of wiring packed in there.  I pushed, I pulled and turned on the TV and the Red was back.  I closed up the hidden compartment – why do they use square drive screws, star drive screws and phillips heads seemingly indiscriminately?   The Red stayed on . . . until it didn’t.  A night later there was no Red.  In frustration I thumped on the back wall of the front compartment and the Red came back until it went away again an hour later.  I have learned that a tap on the outer door of the compartment is sufficient to reset the Red.  This will have to do until I am feeling energetic again, or get to a Tiffin Service Center, it is under warranty.

If the sum total of my trials and tribulations do not get any worse, I will be content.  I have scrapes and gashes on wrists, elbows and knees, but haven’t hit my head on anything in a couple of weeks.  Who ever said RVing isn’t an extreme sport?  It is amazing how many things find ways to get in my way when my attention is distracted.

Back in Livingston. Beautiful day, no plans.  While reading the NYTimes and wondering how the Israelis will put together a government this time and how long it will last, watching Hillary speak to the Senate hearing, I thought about projects that have been put off indefinitely it seems.  Back in November at Dan and Malena’s I had jury rigged the electrical setup for the macerator pump with wires running around door posts in the basement and held in place, not very well, with grey tape.  All in all an ugly arrangement, but who wants to crawl around on the ground and in the storage compartments when it is cold and wet?  Certainly not me.  As the morning fog lifted and the sun started to warm things up I started opening some compartments and sizing up what needed to be done.  For starters I dealt with the ground which didn’t need to be routed out of the utility compartment because there are plenty of good ground points available.  I thought of reducing the length of the wire but found that with tie wraps and some judicious wrapping of the wire I could keep the length and make it neat.  Done.

Next I needed to reroute the positive lead.  Just the other side of the utility compartment wall in the storage compartment is the inverter,  mounted to the ceiling.  A large gauge cable from the battery compartment feeds the inverter.  Just need to get a 10 gauge wire through the wall and it is done, well almost.  I crawled in on my back and found a tiny hole very near the exterior wall right at the top of the  storage compartment.  I shoved a piece of wire through and Carol announced she saw it coming into the utility compartment.  I measured out how long the finished wire needed to be and allowed some slack and made the cut and tied it to the wire I had used for a fish and with some struggle pulled it through.  I used a lot of tie wraps to secure the wire neatly and bound it to the post with the battery cable – I used a crimped on ring and retained the inline fuse that was part of the original installation.  Turned all the power back on and tried the macerator.  It works.  I think it was harder describing it than doing it.

We took off earlyish on Thursday to go to the Museum of Fine Art Houston.  We wanted to see the War/Photography Exhibit curated by Ann Tucker a graduate of VSW.  She spent eight years curating the exhibit.  Photographs range from before the Civil War to current conflicts and reflect all the aspects of war.  We spent all of three hours in the exhibit and were totally spent at the end.  While having lunch in the Cafe we both realized that we would not be able to take in any more art exhibits that day.

 I remembered that we had just read an article by Anna Lee Braunstein, with whom we have traveled, about the Space Center just south of Houston.  We headed out further south by 30 minutes to see what she had written about.  With only a few hours we could not fit in much of the extras, but we were able to get on the Tour Tram and get into Mission Control, the room we saw on TV through Apollo and the Shuttle until 1995.  It has been declared a National Historical Monument.  It almost brought tears to my eyes.  I remember getting up early and staying up late to watch launches and moon landings with continual views on screen of that room and the big screen with orbital lines on it.  Someplace I have slides I took off the TV when Armstrong took his famous step. The rest was very interesting, especially the training facility.  The rocket park is a let down, but then Houston was the control center and they never launched a rocket from there.

We headed out at five o’clock to thread our way through the heart of Huoston rush hour, please, after LA this was child’s play.  We only crawled three or four miles and once we started moving out of the center it was speed limit all the way home.  Of course we did take the HOV lane for 50 miles, what a blessing.

I’ll post some pictures another day.

We have avoided this very large, high traffic city since our first days with the RV.  Then our friends Deb Friedman and Scott Mackler moved to Dallas from Rochester.  Last year we convinced them to enjoy New Years Eve with us in Liberty Texas, clearly not a large or even medium sized city.  This year their schedules were full, as is normal for people who must still work (there I did it, I uttered a four letter word).  We did some research and found a Passport America affiliated campground really close (that is large city close) to their home.  Sandy Lake RV and Mobile Home Park is located adjacent to the George W. Bush Expressway.  The park is old, the sites are tight, and the pavement is breaking down.  Everything else works fine and we are not bothered by traffic noise for some reason.

Scott’s office is not far from the park and he came over as we finished setting up and we had some time to get caught up while Deb was still seeing patients.  We followed Scott to their house in Dallas proper.  It is deep into a lovely gated, walled community surrounded by the city.  After downsizing to a 1470 square foot apartment and living in the roughly 350 square feet of Gee Whiz, their home seems very spacious, even huge to us.  We had a delightful Shabbat dinner and rolled home in time to get to bed.

Saturday morning began with me fussing to get our new satellite service to work.  I hadn’t been able to do anything in Livingston because our antenna was staring into a tree.  As I turned on the antenna and the receiver the installation wizard that had tried to run in Livingston jumped ahead two steps to try to connect to phone and/or internet.  Since neither of these is connected all I needed to do was bypass this step to continue with the installation, but no there was no way to do that.  The resulting lengthy tech support call resulted in my learning an undocumented sequence to jump out of the wizard and an appointment for Sunday morning with a tech.  I shut the system down and we went to see some galleries we had found in our research.

We started at Afterimage Photograph Gallery.  This seemed to be a logical starting place since Afterimage is the name of the magazine published by Visual Studies Workshop (VSW) where Carol got her MFA.  The collection is quite glorious with images by well known masters and work that we did not recognize (well I didn’t anyhow).  We engaged the salesman and he suggested that we continue to Dragon Street where we would find Photographs Do Not Bend (PDNB).  We made our way there after having a lovely lunch at MoMo which is in the same complex as Afterimage.  While we were walking around the gallery, Burt Finger, the owner appeared and we had a lively conversation about photography, photography in Rochester, especially at VSW and a friend of his from Rochester who we also knew for many years.  If anyone reading this is going to be near Dallas and has any interest in photography these two galleries are musts.  Burt then pointed out three galleries on Dragon Street within walking distance that he thought were worth our time.  We visited those and a few more as well.

If you want an intense exposure to several galleries with a wide range of material in less than a day while in Dallas, I cannot imagine that there is anyplace better than Dragon Street.  Indeed I would compare it to Newberry Street in Boston (haven’t been there in so long I am not sure the comparison would hold up today) except theses spaces are all old warehouse and thus have very high ceilings, grand spaces and many have loading dock entrances.  Eventually our ability to look at another image or sculpture with any discernment ceased.  We drove to Central Market, the only grocery store we know that approaches Wegman’s for quality and quantity of choice not to mention wonderful staff.  After 90 minutes we checked out with more than enough food to replace what we had consumed since arriving in Livingston.  Shopping in Livingston is from the stone age.  There is nothing wholesome and fresh to buy.

We rushed back to Gee Whiz and unloaded the purchases into the refrigerator and the the cupboards and without slowing down we turned around and headed for Deb and Scott’s.  After a brief entertainment by Mr T (cat) we headed out to dinner in Scott’s truck to Baboush in the city.  Another DO NOT MISS, unless you really hate middle eastern cooking and even then you should go there.  While there have the baba ganoush, maybe have two orders and think of us while you eat the second one.   The lamb chops in Moroccan seasonings were heavenly as was everything else that came to the table.  Surfeit, we returned  to Deb and Scott’s and played with Mr T some more before returning to Gee Whiz to get some sleep.

Sunday we planned to go to the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth as soon as the Dish Tech finished setting up our satellite receiver.  Before he arrived I turned it on and it seemed to have fixed itself overnight.  He arrived and after a fair amount of mumbo jumbo with his boss came to the conclusion that the antenna was not providing a strong enough signal.  He left, giving me the phone number for King Satellite Services even though I assured him that my antenna was Winegard, not King.  I exchanged email with both King and Winegard over the subsequent 24 hours.  I learned that indeed King does not service their competitor’s antennae – surprise, surprise and Dish informed me that the mumbo jumbo that the tech had assured me was the problem was indeed the right stuff for the antenna I have!  It works fine now.

We had lunch and drove 40 minutes to Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth which is a member of the National Reciprocal Program so we were able to enter as members.  The space! The collection! the installation!  Not sure I can say a whole lot more.  They had a wonderful Donald Judd and in the next room on a wall where you could see both they had a Daniel Flavin, those two men were friends and Judd’s own museum in Marfa has a major permanent installation of Flavin’s work.  We noticed a docent giving what appeared to be a private tour early in our visit.  Later she saw us again and stopped to chat with us and ask if we had any questions about what we were seeing.  We had an extended conversation with her and she gave us some interesting pointers.  I am not sure I remember ever being approached by a docent with that kind of friendly gesture.  Back to the coach and dinner and reading before turning in.  Today is Monday, galleries are closed even if it isn’t Martin Luther King Day and Inauguration day.  We finished our shopping and are settled in for a quiet day.

Back to Livingston Tuesday, January 22, which happens to be tomorrow.

This was supposed to be easy.  Get insurance; have vehicles inspected; change registration on vehicles to Texas; surrender NY drivers license and obtain Texas drivers license – oops.  Our Coach weighs 26,500 pounds empty.  Texas regulations require a special drivers license – Class B – for vehicles that weigh more than 26,001 pounds empty.  How hard could that be? Oh there is a computer exam to take before you can take the road test.  It is the full CDL (Commercial Drivers License).  We both sat for it immediately, and failed!  I really do not need to know that I need to know the county’s regulations for how to cover a load of sand and gravel (that is the correct answer), or a myriad of other details that are very important to truck drivers or school bus drivers, but not so much to RVers.  We went home and while Carol prepared dinner I read the book, ignoring sections on endorsements for Hazardous materials and Towing Multiple Trailers.  Back we went on Friday afternoon after Carol had time to read all the material and we had reviewed  it together.

When we sat at the two old touch screen computers, the one I sat at would not work even when I rapped the screen with my knuckle.  So much for ancient technology.  Carol meanwhile passed so I took over her machine and proceeded to answer all 20 questions correctly only to have the computer ignore my presence and dump my results into the bit bucket.  After consulting with Cindy I was able to reenter the test and retake it.  This time I missed an answer, so much for perfection, but the only needed grade is Pass, which I did.

We are signed up to take the road test here on the 28th.  Today I mailed my NY plates  back to NY DMV. It is all progress in our intended direction.  For now we are relaxing in Livingston and figuring out what to do as the weather continues to be unstable.  We have had torrential rains, a warm sunny day and it is now threatening to rain on a rather warm day.  Soon enough it will be cold and wet then cold and sunny then???