|Well, here we are, we finally made it back from
Fallon Nevada. What an experience that was. First, we are just a drivin
along singin a song and then suddenly there was a loud clack, clack, clack
(sounded like the trailer supports were digging into the road at 50 miles
per hour) then there was silence (not the trailer support). My darlin Franki
gets out and surveys the situation and discovers that it was only the front
of the crank divorcing itself from the back. I had just remembered that is
was Friday the 13th but I sorta felt that 4am was not the time to tell
Frank, eh! I'll wait till 5. Just about that time Todd and Tim drove up in
our van. YES! First things firstů. Get in the van and turn on some heat (it
came as no surprise to me that sunrise revealed snow on the mountains). Now
it's time for a "recon mission" to Bishop. Brain food is what we needed. Ah,
chows done and now we need to think; so we assumed the standard supine
thinking position (some prefer fetal). We had just got down to some really
hard thinking, (in fact we almost had it solved), when Tom Shelar and his
son Patrick arrived in the motor home. The dilema was looming ever so near.
. .Fallon or go home. What do we do? "Let's find a truck first," Frank says
gruffly. (He's so smart!). Sooooo! Tom Shelar called Walt Stevens, who
called Don Ewald, who called John Ewald, who called his friends in . . . .
.Bishop!!!!!! Who Knew?