Friday, May 13, 2011 - Lafayette IN
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Lazy Daze Structural Repair, September 22, 2007
That tank mounting bolt broke long ago
See Monday's, Tuesday's, Wednesdays's and Thursday's posts for parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 of this messy story.
LD Lower Panel Detail, Sewemup Mesa Canyon, Gateway CO, April 28, 2011
I can't remember when I first noticed the curious concavity in the fiberglass of this lower body panel but it was back in late April during my travels up along the western edge of Colorado, about the time this picture was taken.
I can't remember when I first noticed the black tank dump valve sitting askew, but it was a long while back. I think I was still at the Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park in San Antonio NM when I noticed it. I left San Antonio NM back on March 15th to go up to Albuquerque for a new refrigerator.
That seems to imply that that damned inadequate and completely inaccessible single 1/4 inch carriage bolt holding the front of the tank up broke long ago. And that the tank dropped and rested on the rolled under fiberglass body panel for a good many rough country miles before it finally slid off on a swelteringly hot bone jarring ride on one of those poorly poured concrete roads in Iowa.
Amazing.
Night camp
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Lafayette IN
Walmart Supercenter Store #1547, 4205 Commerce Dr, Lafayette, IN 47905 - (765) 446-0100
- Good level parking
- Verizon cell phone service - very good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - very good signal
- Locate this Walmart on my Night Camps map
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
They do not Intrude on Each Other
The San Francisco Mountain lies in northern Arizona, above Flagstaff, and its blue slopes and snowy summit entice the eye for a hundred miles across the desert. About its base lie the pine forests of the Navajos, where the great red-trunked trees live out their peaceful centuries in that sparkling air. The pinons and scrub begin only where the forest ends, where the country breaks into open, stony clearings and the surface of the earth cracks into deep canyons. The great pines stand at a considerable distance from each other. Each tree grows alone, murmurs alone, thinks alone. They do not intrude on each other. ...
The Song of the Lark, Willa Cather, p265, Houghton Mifflin Co paperback edition 1987