Larry Blevins, owner of Larry’s Mobile RV and Marine Repair, wails on the sax with the 24/7 Blues Band.
Talk about serendipity. Storm clouds with silver linings. When we pulled into Las Cruces, New Mexico, a few stops ago, every single electrical outlet in the motorhome suddenly went on the fritz.
We were not, as the expression goes, happy campers. For that matter, we are not exactly campers. Without our Mr. Coffee, phone chargers, and hair dryer, we felt a little frantic and a lot bereft. Continue reading →
Notice the improvised garnish pick. Tombstone, AZ. Wells Fargo RV Park. One block from the OK Corral. Herman is reading The Cowboy Conspiracy to Convict the Earps, purchased this afternoon at the Tombstone Courthouse State Historical Park. Hot sun. Cool brisk breeze. Perfect outdoor weather (if you don’t mind holding onto your drink with one hand and your hat with the other).
Motorhoming Is the Mother of Improvisation
Thank you so much for reading/riding along with us. Tombstone is REALLY off the beaten path and we went 500 miles out of our way to come back and see it again. We’ll be here a couple of days. Got any requests for pictures or info? I’ll do my best. Just leave a comment, below.
Up early today in Mesilla, New Mexico. Time for four new back tires. Herman is sobbing into his coffee. These things are killer expensive but on the hot Southwestern roads we need more tread than we had. Then we’ll be up on I-10 West and headed for Tombstone. Yo, Wyatt Earp, we’re on our way.
They Make 'Em Big Out Here (At Mesilla Valley Commercial Tire)