On Saturday the Trekkers had their own none-too-serious flea market. Most of the stuff was free—especially books. A dangerous place for a bookaholic like me. I helped myself to some cruising guides to Mexico and a couple of grapefruit. There was also free conversation and I did not get to stroll all three dozen tables before they were packed up. I did get into the three coaches that were for sale. Anyone interested in getting into this life, let me know. If your budget is between $18,000 and $80,000, I can point your toward some nice units that come with a friendly, supportive community.
Yesterday a couple of the Trek gurus stopped by because they heard I had some problems with my coach’s systems. They heard right, my furnace hasn’t worked for weeks and my electrical system is more complex than a 1040. I have spent hours on these problems doing all things I know to do: reading manuals, testing, jiggling connections, ever less gentle taps in strategic places, and burning incense.
It took Ken and Dick about five minutes to zero in on a bad switch on my furnace. And another five minutes to find an Inverter switch in the ON position that is supposed to be OFF. Counter-intuitive, eh? Dick tried three times to explain to me they it worked that way. Hopeless. If come away from this rally with nothing but Ken and Dick’s phone numbers, I will have turned a tidy profit.
Last night was windy. The Jolly Swag was rocking and rolling and creaking and groaning like a tramp schooner in a poor anchorage. My coach whistled and wheezed like the Ghost of Christmas Past. I know the desert and the Plains States get winds that gust up to gale force that can go on for days. Not the sort of thing I am used to driving this barn.
I have yet to get over to the big tent and flea market. I was intimidated by the stories of people so crushed together their arms were pinned to their sides. The Trek Village is about four miles from the action. There is a continuous traffic jam and the simplest way to get there may be to walk. Walking is good and it will prevent me from buying anything heavier than the change and paper money I have to trade with. The Trekkers are thinning out on this morning of the third day of a three-day rally, about a third have departed. Some to visit grandchildren, some up the road to a ham radio rally that begins this afternoon. Some have been here 5-6 days and some, like me, will stay on for several days. There is a lot of hugging that goes on with these folks who have only seen each other but a few times—and those visits a year apart. Judging by the number of free facials the dogs were handing out, they will miss their Trekkin’ friends as well.