It’s Awesome . . .
I was up early this morning (well, early for me, anyway) because I wanted to take another shot at washing the rig, after my somewhat failed attempt at Lake Conroe Thousand Trails a couple of weeks ago.
But this time rather than use my pressure washer, I was going to it the old fashioned way – by hand, with a bucket and a brush.
It was raining when I used the pressure washer, so it wasn’t until the rain stopped and the coach dried that I saw how many areas hadn’t come clean.
The fact that the pressure washer didn’t do a very good job cutting through the grime and gunk just reinforced my dislike of those ‘touchless’ car washes that use only water pressure. They never seem to get the truck as clean as a car wash that uses brushes.
So after I gathered all my brushes and my bucket, I headed over to the office to pay for my $5 Rig Washing Pass. And while I was there, I asked about my charges for our stay here.
We were supposed to get the Escapees ‘Special’ Rate, but after I talked to Sharon del Rosario I figured out that I didn’t get it. Instead of the $20 per night rate I paid the $26 per night Passport America rate.
But happily when I pointed out the problem, they promptly refunded me the $30.52 difference. Nice!
I started washing the rig by wetting down large areas with the spray nozzle, and then spraying the surface with undiluted Awesome. After letting it soak for a few minutes, I used my long-reach brush and a bucket filled with a water/Awesome mix to scrub down the area until it was shiny clean and then rinse it all off.
After that it was ‘Lather, Rinse, Repeat’ as I worked my way around the rig. II was rewarding to see how much dirt came off the rig as I scrubbed it down.
Awesome is awesome.
And tomorrow I’m going to do it all over again. Although the rig now looks pretty good, tomorrow I’ll use Zip Wash N Wax to give it some more shine.
About 2:30 Jan and I drove to the other side of the park to visit Don and Sharon del Rosario at their lot here at Cochise Terrace. They have their Tiffin Phaeton parked there as well as a nice casita on the lot. A very nice setup.
While we were visiting Don and Sharon, we mentioned that we were going to have dinner at Wild Dogs, a local hot dog place that came well recommended. So we were disappointed to find out from Sharon that it was closed today for some kind of special occasion.
They mentioned Adolfo’s, another local Mexican place, but we decided to try another recommended place, the Horseshoe Café and Bakery. The only caveat was to get there early.
So we got there a little before 4pm and it’s good we did, since by 4:30 the place had started fill up.
Looking over the large menu we both focused in their hot dog selection. Looks like we were going to get our hot dog fix after all.
As my side, I started off with a cup of their very good Chipotle Ham and Potato Soup.
Just chocked full of ham and potatoes with a great smokey taste.
For my dog, I got The Big Dog. What I didn’t realize was exactly how ‘Big’ the Big Dog actually was.
Not just a footlong, this one was over 14” and almost 1-1/2 inches in diameter. Mine was wrapped in crispy bacon with onions, cheese, and jalapenos. Just delicious.
I first cut off the ends to try the dog by itself, and it was very good, with a crisp skin and a moist, meaty filling with a great taste.
Jan got the Chili Cheese Dog, with Chili, Cheese, and Onions. And just as big as mine.
Digging in, we both decided that if we had known how big these were going to be, we would have shared one. Especially when saw them bringing out the ‘hot from the oven’ homemade pies and setting them on the counter before putting them in the display case.
But even as full as we were, we couldn’t resist getting a couple of slices to go, with Jan getting the Chocolate Swirl and me getting the Blueberry Raspberry.
Sometime tomorrow we’ll drive into Tucson to meet our friends Sherry and Clark for dinner. Really looking forward to it.
Thought for the Day:
Punctuation is Everything.
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we’re apart. I can be forever happy — will you let me be yours? Jill
OR . . .
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are generous, kind, thoughtful people who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men I yearn! For you I have no feelings whatsoever. When we’re apart I can be forever happy. Will you let me be? Yours, Jill