The first signs of spring are in the air. The water is back on at the camp sites, two days of riding in shorts, and campers in the park. (Later that same week) The temperature dropped to 25*, the water got turned off again, and it started raining and snowing. Mud season!
PFFeeww – Whirrrrrrrr
Damage control to the bridge!
We suffered a failure in our primary Dihydrogen Oxide containment system. Luckily I was in an adjacent compartment when the line blew and I heard to go PFFFffffffew, then the pump came on. I jumped into action and shut the pump off then cleaned up the mess in the storage compartment.
An increased pressure in the heating tanks caused the compression fitting to let go of the PEX tube in my handy-dandy shower hot water re-circulation system. I likely didn’t get it tight enough the first time. I corrected that oversight during the repair phase
Friend is in from out of town so we meet up in Glenwood Springs and made faces at the camera
These are Zurn water hammers. They gave their all for the cause and we cut one open to see what is inside. Turns out it has a bellows in it. Fancy
Bomb Cyclone just sounds cool. It’s one of the better weather-words. It ranks right up there with Polar Vortex.
Anyway as I’m writing this a Bomb Cyclone is laying waste to the country from Denver to Dallas and parts east. Roads closed, flights canceled, planes damaged, etc.
Here in Fruita we’ve been getting a lot of rain and winds gusting to 35 mph. Nothing damaging but it’s keeping me off the bike and the boys in the house
I have been busy in the shop this week. Since the Park is getting geared up to greet visitors we have been using equipment to clean the Park and it has been breaking. So far I have resurrected two snow machines from a mouse-infested shed, fixed reverse in a Kawasaki Mule, and changed out 700-pounds of batteries. It seems every time I fix something and get it out of the shop two more things come in to replace it.
I have done a little work on Truck 2.0. The fuel filler pocket I fixed with epoxy 20 years ago finally fell apart so I taped it back together with Gorilla Tape (the filler pocket is the space behind the fuel door where the fuel cap is)
I did come here to keep busy so I guess the prophesy has been fulfilled
2018 was our big year on the road. We visited friends and saw the sights. We toured from southern Arizona all the way to Canada. From Texas to California and back to Colorado. All told about 16,900 miles, more than 300 hours of crate-time for the boys. That’s enough hours to get a commercial pilot’s license! Too bad they were sleeping and not studying
2019 will be a year of sitting quietly, working on Park stuffs, and maybe some Repairs & Modifications (Like a sky light!)
I’ll post the interesting happenings as the spring turns to summer, then to fall once again
After I thought about it for awhile I got to wondering if Beacon Station was part of the Air Mail route between Salt Lake and Los Angles. Not far to the south west is an Air Mail Arrow and if Beacon Station had a runway back it 1924 maybe it was part of that system. I googled it and didn’t come up with any evidence to support my hypothesis
We packed up early and headed north. Got thru Las Vegas while everyone was still in church so no traffic. When we crossed the State Line into Arizona the highway warning sign said,
“Don’t stop on the side of the
highway to play in the snow”
I had to read it about six times before I realized what it said. I guess snow around here is so rare that it is a tourist attraction. A few miles down the road I saw a family pulled over on the side of the highway playing in the snow
This place reminds me of Radiator Springs! I was wondering around and met Paco. Paco has been here for 20 years now. He drives the local tow truck (yup, Mater). He told me the place was founded in 1924 by a family who ran it until 1980. Back then there was no I-15. Highway 93 (maybe) was the route from Barstow to Vegas and it was a bit more bendy and followed the curves in the desert. Paco said back then there were gas and repair stations about every twenty miles. He said that was because twenty miles was as far as a car could go before needing repairs.
Now there are three families living and working at the Beacon Station Shell gas store. The current owner also has a plane which occasionally lands here. There use to be two runways, but now it looks like only about half of one runway is still useful. They got a water well when the new owners took over, before that they hauled water in.
A walk around the desert was a trip back in trash-time. There are cans strewn about the desert many of which are oil cans from a time when oil came in cans. There are drink cans which were opened with a church-key, drinks opened with removable pull tabs, and modern cans too. Some of the vintage cans are all-steel, while other have an aluminum top. The aluminum top lasts way longer than the steel can.
It’s amazing how long trash lasts. I hope a hundred years from now people will be as interested in old starbucks cans as we are in old oil cans. On the other hand diapers from 1930 decomposed long ago. Not so diapers from the 21st century.