Another Day in Friendly Town (Mar 2 2016)

DSC05986Last night I discovered another swarm of ants, all around the sliding door and in our sink, as well as the lower cabinets. And a mosquito kept me up all night. Now, before 7:30am, a man comes around to ask for last night’s camp fee. Guess it can’t be all chilled out.

We stroll over to Eric and Vi’s motorhome to get info on the Northwest Territories where they live half of the time. Eric and Vi are camp hosts at a place there. He is also the man who gave us shower tips yesterday and who told Big Dog to use his generator if Francisco can’t fix ours. While there, Dave pulls up saying that he is going to Francisco’s and will drive Big Dog.

They come back right away. Francisco has gone off to Ciudad C for parts and so we end up using Eric’s gennie after all. Not only does he let us use it, he drives it over to us in his truck! And it works real well.

Powered back up, we can turn on our laptop, and with the WiFI at the restaurant we are able to check email for the first time in a week. (Whew, no disasters.)

We wander back over to Eric’s in the afternoon to chat with them and thank them for the gennie again.

“It’s really just the fridge that drains the battery. We don’t use much else,” Big Dog tells them.

“But you could go on propane instead of electricity, right?”

“No, ours only runs on electricity.”

They can’t believe that.

“Doesn’t it have a switch?”

“Not that we’ve ever seen.”

It is so unbelievable, Eric and his neighbor, Carol, have to come and investigate. Carol is a DIY kind of RVer who can do all the rigging and installations herself. (“I used to be a machine operator at a pulp mill,” she explains.)

After looking over our fridge carefully, they can see no switch.

“Well, I’ll be darned.”

“First fridge I’ve ever seen that only runs on electricity!”

Big Dog and I later conclude that this must be why Sprockets never needs to be leveled. If we could stand to sleep in it, it could be on an incline.


Author: ontheroadwithsprockets

I've been traveling since I was born -- the first big trip was before I was two, across the Pacific, from my native Japan to Los Angeles on a cargo ship. There have been many journeys since then, through many continents and cultures.

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