Big Bend, Chapter 3

Grinnell is a wizard problem solver. He’s innovative and seems to be the type of person that enjoys a challenge. When Linda clued him in to some of the issues I was having with Mander, he didn’t hesitate to offer to take a look. I ain’t no fool. When there’s a chance Mander can get some extra love, I readily accept.


Grinnell and I crawled under Mander and started poking around. I have an oil leak from my oil pan and I had previously tightened all the bolts I could get to. There were still a few that didn’t get tightened because it required a socket wrench extension to reach them, which I didn’t have. Grinnell looked at the tight spot where those bolts were and said he had an extension that should be able to get in there no problemo. Then we looked at my exhaust. The free fix I got back in Kansas City had fallen apart and I was back to being loud as hell and getting mildly sedated by carbon monoxide. We were going to have to get creative if we wanted to fix the exhaust in a campground, sans welder. I was thinking there probably wasn’t much we could do about that issue.

I fired up Mander and we listened to the engine. Overall, Grinnell was impressed with my 1978 big block! He fetched his tools and tightened up the oil pan bolts with his extension. By now, the sun was setting and after the day I had, I was feeling pretty spent. I said goodnight to my new friends and crawled into bed. I pulled out the park map and located the campsite, Rattlesnake Mountain, I was scheduled to be at the next day. I had no idea it was all the way back at the entrance of the park and down a 5 mile “somewhat difficult” dirt road! Ugh!

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The arrow is where I was, Rattlesnake Mountain is circled.

 

I lay in bed with residual anxiety from the day still coursing through my veins. I knew I needed to drive back out on the road I came in on, which was hard not to stress over. Wondering if I was going to make it was completely warranted. Adding my newly learned information about the location of Rattlesnake Mountain to the mix, made it all so much worse. Driving to that, not even semi-conveniently, located campground was the last thing I wanted to do! If you’ve never driven your house down a busted up dirt road, let me tell you, it isn’t pleasant. I couldn’t relax. I was so wound up, I became sure that Mander was parked at such a severe angle that we were probably going to tip right over! I curled my body up at the tippy top of my bed trying to use my weight as a counter balance. My whole 115 lbs would surely keep us rooted to the ground as long as I didn’t stretch out. I dozed off and on, but with visions swirling around in my head of Mander toppling over and crushing me and my cats, I never really fell into the restorative sleep I so desperately needed.

The next morning I answered a knock at my door to find Linda standing there. She said that she and Grinnell were leaving Chisos Basin and they wanted to see if they could help me with Mander some more before they left. Apparently they had discussed my situation after we parted ways the night before and decided they needed to come up with some sort of band aide for my exhaust. I was so touched that they cared so much about someone they hardly knew!

While still eating his bowl of cereal, Grinnell told me the game plan. He was going to start working on getting the rusty clamp out of the way, while Linda and I scoured the campground garbage’s for some sort of metal or large can to make a patch with.

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Linda and I came back empty handed. I had a smaller aluminum can that would have to work but Grinnell wasn’t stoked about it. While Grinnell and I were preparing the pipe for the patch, Linda points to a piece mounted to Mander’s butt and says, “What’s that?” Not knowing what she was getting at, I answered her. “It’s where the stinky slinky used to be stored I think but I don’t use it.” Then she says,”Well, can we use it for the exhaust?” I was like…”Ummmm hell yeah! It’s literally exactly the piece we’re looking for! You’re a genius!” I got to work removing the piece, while Grinnell made some final adjustments to the position of the exhaust.

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The cylinder that would become the exhaust patch.

Grinnell had managed to knock off most of the old weld so we had a decently smooth surface to wrap the patch around. With parts stolen straight from Mander herself, he was able to get a piece fitted around the two exhaust pipes and tightened the clamp down around it holding them together. It was a damn good patch and would help direct the carbon monoxide out of the cab. I was in much better shape than before but I was still absolutely dreading the idea of going to Rattlesnake Mountain.

I had expressed my concerns to Linda and showed her the map.  She suggested, I skip it all together and stay another night at Chisos Basin. That way, the next day, I would just have to get out of Chisos Basin and into Croton Spring and not have to move again for the rest of the 2 weeks. That idea sounded very attractive to me but I was hemming and hawing over spending the money to stay another night at Chisos Basin. The camp host had been watching all of us working on Mander and he seemed to pick up on the fact I wasn’t in the most ideal situation. He rolled through and I told him that I was thinking of staying another night and briefed him on the reasons why. He took my ticket and extended my stay without pay. I was so surprised and grateful and felt totally relieved. Just then Linda came walking up and told me she would pay for me to stay the extra night! I was basically getting pummeled by love and kindness!

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Me, Linda and Grinnell

After Grinnell was fully satisfied with his work on my exhaust, he cleaned up and we all said our goodbyes. They were off to a new campground in the park but they promised they would come check on me to make sure I made it to Croton Spring. I was brimming over with gratitude for these people. I never imagined in a million years that my solitary journey to life on the road would fill my heart with more love from others than ever before. That I would get to be the receiver of so much kindness. With the extra day I now had at Chisos Basin, I planned to take advantage of it. I took some deep breaths, centered myself and went off to do a hike in this beautiful place. I had tears of joy in my eyes, but instead of obscuring my vision, they only seemed to make the landscape sparkle a little brighter.

 

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12 response to "Big Bend, Chapter 3"

  1. By: Array Posted: July 2, 2018

    “Stinky Slinky “, good one!! 😎🍀
    Kevin

  2. By: Daniel Posted: July 2, 2018

    Wow, great post. Linda and Grinnell take a bow, you guys rock. Hopefully you can Mander on now with some piece of mind.

  3. By: Harmon Heath Posted: July 2, 2018

    6 miles per gallon is extremely bad. I’m an old cross country truck driver. 75 to be exact. But my big truck gets almost 7 miles per gallon and weighing 80,000 pounds. Is there nothing you can do about your gas mileage?

    • By: agirlandhercommander Posted: July 2, 2018

      6 mpg certainly isn’t great but it turns out, not that uncommon! I ask fellow RVers (with newer rigs) what their mpg is and it’s usually around the same. However, my carburetor isn’t functioning great and I will be replacing it. I should be getting 8 mpg after that! Mander isn’t diesel and she has a 440 big block with a 4 barrel crab. None of that was designed to be fuel efficient. 😂

  4. By: Camille Olivia Strate Posted: July 2, 2018

    I found you the other day while perusing YouTube videos. Came here (to your blog) and had a look ’round. Why? Because, Dear One, you remind me of ME. When I was your age, I traveled the country in an older model VW Bus. I lived in it for several years, parking it in friends’ driveways and hooking up to their homes. While it was no RV, it was cozy and really all I needed. I was as adventurous as you are and, in all truth, I can tell you they were some of the best years of my life. I believe, as you continue your adventures, you will find MANY kind people who will help you when you need it. I know I did. I could write a book about the things that happened along the way over those years. So many wonderful people who wanted nothing in return. Just good ‘ol KIND folks! We didn’t have cell phones back then, but I did have a CB radio. And I want to tell you: the truckers were the BEST! I can’t tell you how many times I had guys park their rigs on the opposite side of the highway, run across with their tool boxes, and get me to the next exit where they referred the “best guy” for the job. In short, it was (and still is!) a lovely renewal of my faith in humanity. So, enjoy your travels. Keep gratitude in your heart. And…try not to “worry”. I swear to you…it does you no good whatsoever. TRUST your gut and the kindness of “strangers”. You will ALWAYS remember this adventure. Always!

    • By: harmon6943@gmail.com Posted: July 3, 2018

      So yesterday coming out of California I was going by a rest area and spotted an old RV. It stuck out like a sore thumb. On the back in big bold letters it said commander. It looked shorter than yours. I wish I would have stopped.

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    • By: agirlandhercommander Posted: July 5, 2018

      You SHOULD write a book! This blog is behind and over the months, I have certainly continued to meet many more kind folks. Living this way has completely restored my faith in humanity! Also, I happen to know personally that truckers are the best since my Uncle Buster is one! Hahaha! He has been such an amazing source of help and information. I can’t imagine what I would do without him. 🙂 Thanks for reading and being a pioneer! Mander on!

  5. By: Ken Posted: July 5, 2018

    As Camille expressed from her travels in the past, the same holds true today. We are an extended tribe of nomads out here, part of the creed, I believe, is to help each other out. You’ll eventually have your own “tribe” of folks you’ll keep crossing paths, stopping to gather, and even travel with if you haven’t already. Your community will keep growing boundlessly; mine certainly has, with the most diverse and unique people you can meet. one day, our paths may cross, I hope so! I’m up in Colorado now, getting ready for “Travelers Campfest” at Clear Creak, Co., it’s a gathering of… yup… travelers, nomads, like minded people, it’s free and open to all…

  6. By: Neale Burgess Posted: July 8, 2018

    Hi Jesse, I already left a comment on YouTube about having fallen in love with Mander. I just want to add, don’t worry about the cost of repairing an old vehicle like Mander. Because she is so much simpler in design, her repair bills are likely to be less than a modern vehicle. I run a 30 year old motorbike (BMW K75) a 27 year old car (Mercedes 300SE) and an 80 year old car (1936 Austin Seven Ruby). All of them are just as reliable as a modern. And cheap to repair. I recently read about a couple living in a more modern van who are faced with an enormous bill for a new transmission. Keep on maintaining Mander well, and hopefully she will give you good service for many decades to come!

    • By: agirlandhercommander Posted: July 8, 2018

      Yes! This was a big factor in my decision making when looking for a motor home. Less bells and whistles, less stuff to break! Plus, I can work on it myself and parts are cheap. I replaced my starter and it was only $42! People scoff at my 6 mpg (which actually isn’t that terrible) while they have to bring their vehicles to mechanics and pay thousands of dollars! I’m very happy with my choice. 😊Thanks for your support!

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