The adrenalin rush of feeling the truck jolt sideways and hearing
the crunch of impact as a white blur careens to your left. Let me just say,
everyone is fine and my truck has been healed.
This beauty has been coy with me all month but finally came out
to say goodbye the morning I left Sun Meadow.
to say goodbye the morning I left Sun Meadow.
It seems that I have a picture like this on about the same date from each year!
All hitched up and ready for the next great adventure.
All hitched up and ready for the next great adventure.
I left camp at Sun Meadows on Monday 10/15 early, meaning
some time before noon. After a stop at Les Schwab in Moscow to find out why my
right rear tire was leaking and a subsequent $100 wheel replacement, I was back
on the road and enjoying some of Idaho’s most beautiful landscapes.
Overlooking Lewiston, Idaho and the confluence
of the Clearwater River and the Snake River.
of the Clearwater River and the Snake River.
It was Tuesday that things got interesting. I progressed
from Lewiston toward White Bird, where I hoped to visit the Nez Perce
Battleground again. It is an amazing site and there is an overlook half way
down the eight-mile 7% grade from the summit to the town.
The Nez Perce Battlefield at White Bird from the overlook on US-95.
Reference points for the locations in this story:
A. Sun Meadow, Worley, ID; B. Lewiston, ID; C. White Bird, ID;
D. Nampa, ID; E. Twin Falls, ID
We were moving very slowly down the incline at about 30 mph
behind a big rig when the pull off came up. I signaled and moved into the left lane
to slow down and make the turn. The driver behind me thought I was just pulling
out to pass the big rig and wasn’t going fast enough, so pulled into the
oncoming traffic lane to my left to pass—just as I turned into the parking
area.
Crunch, jolt, keep control as he flashed past me with my
mirror scraping along the side of his truck. We came to a rest in the parking
area.
I don't know how he avoided ripping up the door and front fender
but even the white scratches proved to just be some of his paint
and washed right out.
but even the white scratches proved to just be some of his paint
and washed right out.
His F250 SuperDuty was a little taller than mine, so when he
took off my mirror (and his) it scraped all along the side of his truck.
took off my mirror (and his) it scraped all along the side of his truck.
After exchanging insurance information, I stayed at the
overlook and rested for a while. Then I made my way back onto the highway to
finish the trek into White Bird where I stayed at the Swiftwater RV Park and
spent the afternoon exchanging messages with two different insurance companies
an RV Park in Nampa, Idaho, and the Ford Dealer in Nampa. The next day was a
long drive (150 miles) to make with no mirror on my left to see if there was traffic
when I changed lanes. I booked into Garrity RV Park in Nampa and took my truck
to the dealer.
In addition to the mirror, I was having difficulty with my
check engine light coming on again and the fan starting its running at triple
speed. Problems I’ve had fixed three times in the past month at a cost of
$2,000. Corwin Ford promised they’d get to the bottom of it and fix it.
They did. Turns out the air intake flush valve (that has
some other name that engine fanatics would be appalled I don’t remember) was
stuck open and sending too much air through the engine. They replaced it. They
also discovered my thermostat—replaced in Seattle at a cost of $350—had been
installed incorrectly with the gasket on the wrong side and was leaking
coolant. (Apparent cause of the fan running so fast.) They had to re-replace
the thermostat. Along with a couple of other minor repairs, like replacing my
wiper blades, my total for the trip was $1,002. The insurance company should
reimburse about $385, but that was still a big chunk of change.
By this time, I’d spent two days confined to the trailer and
immediate environs and I collapsed in bed Friday night to get some rest,
knowing things were finally fixed. The next morning, I arose without a care in
the world and spent the morning writing. Then I decided to go out and see if I
could find mirror extensions to give me a wider view of the highway behind me.
That’s when it struck me that I’d only booked into this RV
park for three nights and I was supposed to be on the road. The park is full,
but fortunately, they were able to let me stay another night. I sometimes
forget what time it is when I’m writing, but seldom what day it is or how long
I’ve been somewhere. I did, however, get the mirror extensions and now I feel
like the guy would have had a bigger target when he hit me.
I feel like I have wings sticking out on either side of the truck.
Will have to remember to fold my mirrors in whenever I'm parked.
Will have to remember to fold my mirrors in whenever I'm parked.
So, today when it gets light out, I’ll be back on the road
again, headed for Twin Falls, Idaho. I’m anticipating a leisurely Sunday drive.
Got that?
Spending three days stuck in one place with no ability to
leave did give me a lot of writing time and I finally exceeded my 2018 goal of
600,000 words. Pretty remarkable in my book. It isn’t even November yet and I
still have the draft of Wild Woods to create during NaNoWriMo.
That little number in the upper write corner is
how many words I wrote. THIS WEEK!
how many words I wrote. THIS WEEK!
Which brings me to the finale of today’s post. There is
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One thing is certain; Gee isn’t the type of person
to look
at life through a mirror, thinking only of the past.
Neither am I.
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