Our trip to CO, day 11

Junie woke me up to nurse around 6 am. Since I could see that the sun was up, and I knew that everyone (except me) wanted to get home, I decided that when June drifted off to sleep again, I’d begin the preparations for our embarkation. Sid got up and joined me in the bit of work left and when everything was in order, we pulled out onto the 70, with a very, very, very long road ahead of us.

I drove for 9 1/2 hours with only a couple of quick stops. One when we stopped at Del Taco, and the next when our fuel gauge *suddenly* read empty and I pulled off at the nearest gas station sign. When we found that sign was going to lead us 15 miles off the highway, we had to risk getting back on the 70 and waiting for the next gas station. My theory was that the gas light comes on way before the threat of running out of gas should be a realistic concern, so that you’ll get frickin’ gas and not run out on the road. Despite my theory, I was concerned, Sid was concerned, it’s only a little bit funny now because, well, if you’re married to a very vehicularly conscientious person, you’ll understand. To say that I was berated would be an overstatement, so it wasn’t too bad, not as bad as when I crashed us into a cement pole at a gas station on our first long motorhome trip. Anyway, we drove quite a way (I’d say 20 miles minimum) with that empty fuel light on, so I’d say my theory holds water.

Entering the Las Vegas area the outside temperature was 121˚!! I had not ever been in that degree of heat before. The A/C had our motorhome probably around 100˚, so that was nice, but not really.