with over 3000 deaths it was a huge undertaking, every Sunday. My job was to unload trailer full of crosses and take them down to the beach. Phillip, in the orange, is one of the first guy's I met here.
He owns a parking area 1 block off the beach and is now letting me stay in his lot. Not for free, but close. The artichoke did the trick. The train ride down the coast this morning was beautiful.
A very smooth transition to LAS, however the initial shakedown cruise in the camper has not been very good. I blew a tire after 50 miles. Road service 2 hours later. I know how to change the tires on this now. Then 1 hour later, had to be towed 50 miles because the fuel pump was going out. Thanks Progressive for selling me the emergency road hazard insurance. Spent the night in a small hole in the earth. Arriving after 10 pm. This morning I was able to milk the camper another 60 miles to Barstow, CA. where I am waiting on a new fuel pump. At least I am safe after a very rough night on the road! Better here then on the Baja!
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