Morning of April 13, 2022

Having just taken 2 flat tires off Burbie, and shoved them into the back seat of the Mighty Cutlass, I was ready to head to Carson City. Then I realized I didn’t have my keys. I looked everywhere I could think of, but no luck.

This day’s plans got SCREWED! I was supposed to get tires fixed and put back on the Sububan, then go to Reno to pick up one of the three new dump trailers for Desert Pigs, awarded from a Nevada OHV grant.

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Morning of April 14, 2022

Feeling frustrated with the lost keys, and no method of transportation, I decided to bounce on the trampoline to ease some stress. Then I found my keys in the middle of the trampoline!

DOING STUFF – Take 2!

Finally, I’m on the road. Stopping at Jack in the Crack for some egg rolls, I took a moment to soak in the angry guys on Fox News Radio. I then flipped on the camera, and pondered some of the news I just heard, expressing how I really didn’t care if the world ended. The universe suddenly sent me a snarky message, as right then, an SUV squealed tires, trying not to hit me at exactly 3:00 minutes into the video.

Having now survived my egg roll lunch, I took off toward Carson. Surely, everything was going to go smoothly after all I’d been through in the past 24 hours.

Nope.

Barreling down Highway 50, I started smelling gasoline. Pulling the Cutlass over to inspect, I discovered a leak from one of the fuel lines. I carefully weighed my options, then went with Option A: Screw it! If I catch fire, I catch fire! Let’s go.

I’m happy to report the Cutlass didn’t catch fire. Tires got fixed, and the legendary shitbox made it home with her payload of suburban tires. I slapped those on, rehung the spare, and hit the road to Reno.

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Grabbing one of the new Pig trailers

Even getting gas was stupid this day! The Maverik I tried to go to, had caution tape all over the pumps. So I drove to the other Maverik on the other side of Carson, where they did have go juice.

About a half hour later, I arrived at Trailers Plus. Then after confusing the guy at the front desk about trailers I was supposed to pick up, I realized I was at the wrong trailer place. FACK!!

I eventually made it to the correct trailer lot, got one hooked up, and headed back toward Dayton… except I then took the wrong on-ramp, and got stuck driving 580 all the way from Washoe, back to Reno. DOUBLE FACK! After this blooper, I then decided to take Geiger Grade (hella up and downhill mountain pass over Virginia City).

Did you know you need a trailer brake controller installed in your Suburban, so you don’t burn your brakes up, going down a mountain? FUN FACTS! I might have peed myself a little coming down that hill, hard to stop, and smoking brakes.

Finally, I made it home relatively safe. But just to keep with the theme of the day, I accidentally smashed a corner of my house, as I was backing the trailer into my driveway. WOO HOO!

I ended the night with a little fire in the fire pit, giving cuddles to my big pup Dexter. A few days ago, I learned this old guy has terminal cancer. I’m still dealing with that news.

Also joining us at the end of this day, was my other doggo Ti. In the video, you’ll notice he’s wearing a T-shirt. This is because he had bandaged wounds on his shoulder, after attempting to fight Dexter over a toy.

Happy Friday!