A afternoon of fuel replacement
We made our first RV road trip of the season, today. Not far. More of a Sunday drive on a weekday. And as my uncle used to sao, “All back home on the same day”
There was a plan, when we set out. Getting replacement fuel, after burning off that half tankful we had got a full ten months back. Apparently, you are not supposed to keep Diesel for long periods. And by our own metric, the afternoon was a success. Nary a hiccup, as we burned through the reserve level in the tank, and based on the latest pricing, a tankful is worth $176. That’s a moving target, but if someone asks about the value of an afternoon roadtrip in ’22, I have a number. Also, getting out is good for the spirit.
I can also confirm that my loss of vision in the last six months is substantial. A real sense of navigating by dead reckoning. In the fog. I knew where I was, most of the time; I have a great visual memory. I doubt hat skill would translate into travel in a new area. Might have to keep one of those GPS gadgets in my pocket.
The dog reacted to an afternoon of touring in his own way. Corled up on the rear seat. Asleep. What do dogs dream about when the world around them is unfamiliar?
We’ve joined the quele for vax boosters. My turn comes in the morning. So far, my technique of isolation, masking and avoidance of anyone else that doesn’t share my home is working. I wonder if anyone else has heard of the technique? They have, and chose to ignore science? Pity that their parents raised them on a diet of stupidity and greed.
