Sunday, May 15, 2011 - Celina OH
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Lazy Daze Torn Apart Bathroom, May 13, 2011
Accessibility
I like stuff accessible.
Simple.
Discovering that completely inaccessible 1/4 inch carriage bolt holding the front of the black tank in place really puts a knot in my shorts. It's one of those things all manufacturers do, I guess because it's cheap and easy. When the bolt was installed through the floor the fresh water tank hadn't been mounted above it yet. No problem - drill a hole in the floor and drop a 1/4 inch carriage bolt through it. The nut is accessible from below and unless the bolt rots it's not likely it will ever need to be replaced.
But if the rig spends time in a humid climate, like this one did until it came my way, and the bolt rusts....
Makes me grumpy to think how much worse this whole tank mount failure could have gone.
Now about that vent pipe one has to rip the bathroom apart to access. And access it one must to get the vent pipe hooked back up if the tank is ever dropped for any reason.
Night camp
Wal-Mart Supercenter in Celina OH
Walmart Supercenter Store #1433, 1950 Havemann Rd, Celina, OH 45822 - (419) 586-3777
- Good level parking
- Verizon cell phone service - good signal
- Verizon EVDO service - good signal
- Locate this Walmart on my Night Camps map
- Find other Wal-Marts in the area
- Check the weather here
It's No Use Arguing Tastes with a Cow
By what appears, furthermore, to be the compensating justice of Nature, the treasures of the earth are always hidden in the most unattractive, dismal, and dreary spots. At least all the mining places I ever visited are so located, and Bisbee is no exception. To get away from the cramped little village and its unsavoury restaurant, I established my first camp four miles south of it on a commodious and pleasant opening, where we could do our own cooking. But here a new annoyance, and rather a curious one, was met with. The cattle of the region evinced a peculiar predilection for our wearing apparel. Especially at night, the cows would come wandering in among our tents, like the party who goes about seeking what he may devour, and on getting hold of some such choice morsel as a sock, shirt, or blanket, Mrs. Bossie would chew and chew, “gradually,” to quote Mark Twain, “taking it in, all the while opening and closing her eyes in a kind of religious ecstasy, as if she had never tasted anything quite as good as an overcoat before in her life.” It is no use arguing about tastes, not even with a cow.