Generator Circuit Tripped

1/18/13 Friday at Quartzsite,AZ (BLM land-free)

Last night was very cold. We have a great, heavy, warm bedspread but my head was cold. Felt like I was in a refrigerator. John got up at 2:30 am Arizona time for the bathroom, which woke me, so it seemed like several hours before we both fell asleep. John was the first to brave the cold to turn on our generator. As it was running (charging we thought) we fixed breakfast, watched Good Morning America and the like. After 3 hours, it still hadn’t charged beyond 12.2 volts. We turned it off. John thought. He remembered the generator’s circuit breaker (that he can only start with a screw driver because that part is broken off) and sure enough, it had been tripped. He’s thinking it was my hair dryer last night. Sure, always blame the hair dryer!!! So we ran the poor thing another 1.5 hours, at which point it charged us to 13.3 volts. We also learned that our indicator panel will show “charge” lit up and the DC volts will show 14 volts when the generator is running/charging as well as when the shore power is charging. Hope we remember this.

We then went for a walk by our neighbor, who talked with John yesterday. They’ve been boondocking for years. They stepped out of their rig as we stopped to study their BLM permit. Yes, we do need a permit. It’s not a big deal, but it would be good to get it – just up at the corner of Hwy 95 and La Paz Valley Rd. After some helpful hints for camping at Casinos and at Organ Pipe National Monument, we continued walking – to get our permit. We returned to the bus house for lunch, waiting to hear from Larry.

I’m glad I thought it would be a good idea to get all the things inside put away and checked for latching then, because when Larry called, he said he’d come right over and lead us to the spot. So we started the processes of lifting the jacks and putting in the slides, so there wasn’t too much to do when he arrived.

We are now part of an RV circle, albeit a small one of 4 rigs. Someone had claimed the spot that Larry had used for years, so we’re nearby, in a smaller spot, so the 4 rigs are formed in a rectangle, with a fire pit in the center.

Everyone visited (2 more couples are here, but parked outside of our circle) until supper time. We’d started the fire before we parted and it kept burning until we all returned to chat the night away. This is the best. Another beautiful night of stars and no wind (so no smoke in anyone’s eyes!).

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About Patricia Elser

I've always loved the loose, flowing, transparent look of watercolors, of Chinese paintings and their calligraphy, but alas, no watercolor classes were available when I was in school, so that interest remained buried until my children were grown. Even then, I was afraid that I couldn't really paint, so upon my sister's advice, I actually started to take classes. I signed up for every class available, determined to learn no matter how afraid I was. I came upon a teacher, Stan Miller, who inspired me, who opened the door to success in watercolor. I love to look at beautiful images. I want to capture them forever. All my life, photography was how I gathered images of the beauty I saw. Thanks to all that photography, I enjoy composing pictures, especially up close. Watercolors allow me to add more of me in their translation of that beauty. My paintings reflect my love for music and dance, with their rhythm and flow. I am fascinated by the play of light, so it appears in my pictures as drama for they are filled with darks and lights. Maybe it's the challenge, maybe it's the beauty, but now, when a work comes together, it fills my soul.
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