So We Bought This Motor Home, Part Four!

Oh yah, Utah. Snowville, Utah where we picked up our our little hitch-hikers. More about them in a minute.

Hate it when I do that,..... don't you?

Thing is, the Lottie Dell Campground was our oasis. There, after all the miles we had traveled and all the shops we visited along the way, and after all the mechanics we talked with, we not only found a place to rest, rejuvenate and relax, but some very long searched for answers. We became friends with the owner. His name? Oddly enough, it is Dell.

I know!

Who'dathunk?

Well, Dell listened to our story to the point of our arrival and took instant pity on two wandering and frustrated souls by introducing us to one of his friends. A mechanic, whom after only about a half an hour or so, had isolated our main problem.

Holly, in his opinion was not getting enough fuel to her big 460 Cubic Inch heart while going up hill.

Hmm, wish I'd thought of that.

Well kids, guess what? He discovered a switch under the dash board. When he traced the wire coming from it all through Holly he found the other end attached to a small pump a-fixed to the fuel tank.

Ahaa! An auxiliary fuel pump. Interesting this thing isn't mentioned anywhere in the owners manual as evidently it is a factory installed piece of equipment. Great! Thanks!

Oh, and did I mention he also discovered a weak cylinder.

Wow! Amazing what you can find out with a simple little compression test, isn't it?

One more thing that this guy discovered was that Holly's vacuum operated fuel pump attached to the engine block had a bad diaphragm and was leaking quite profusely while running.

Nice!

To the mechanic, Frank I believe, Thank you for your help. More importantly, thanks for coming to our site and fixing Holly and for your time on a Sunday when you would ordinarily be sharing the day with your family. We are very grateful and indebted to you, as well as Dell.

Well this guy, with a heart the size of Utah itself has not only taken to watching over weary travelers but orphaned dogs and cats as well! Mind you, he does this voluntarily, out of his own kindness and his own pocket.

When we left, Dell had adopted eight very well behaved and healthy dogs which had been abandoned on his property along with three adult cats, two of which had litters. Unfortunately, one of the mother cats had a horrible eye affliction which, due to her being somewhat farel Dell was never able to catch her for treatment. The illness was passed to one of her babies.

Oops, I digress.

Anyway, we would watch every morning as Dell would load his canine children into the back of his truck and drive them over to the camp driving range to let them romp, catch the voles which ran rampant around there and do ...well, dog stuff. After a couple hours, he would load them up again and deliver them back to their cozy canine quarters, where they would be fed and watered and loved and petted as the day went along and Dell had time. On his way to his front door, he would put food out for the feline population. Pretty cool guy I think.

Big Discovery to announce!

Guess we, as in B and I, have a bit of cat whisperer in us.

Really!

I say that because, I don't know how many readers know much about farel cats, but allow me to say they aren't exactly the warmest nor friendliest creatures on this planet but the mother allowed us to see her kittens, two of which were overcome with curiosity and came right to us.

A dark grey black striped little female kitten climbed up B's leg while I in turn was approached by a puffy orange and white male kitten with weepy eyes. You guessed it, the only kitten who had caught his mother's eye problem and a runny snoot to boot!

Of course I picked him up!

Hence, our hitch-hikers, oddly enough, named.......well, Lottie and Dell, of course. (We found out the Lottie, in LottieDell was his late wife's name.)

They became our therapy, our amusement, and yes,

I'm gonna say it.

Our children.

Side note. The eye problem was cured with eye drops with boric acid, which is in contact lens solution, cured the problem although he has a chronic sinus problem which causes him to sneeze at the most inopportune moments.

Aw, give me a break!

It had been a bit of a stressful trip to that point. Spitting and farting up hills, waving back at the string of cars finally able to pass as you get to the far right lane going up hill.

Funny thing I noticed around the mountains. For some odd reason a lot of people around them seem to have this problem with their hands which makes their middle finger stiff and rigid, sticking straight up into the air despite the fact that all the rest of their fingers are bunched into a fist.

Go figure.

Thank you for your help and support and for the wonderful time we spent with you. Thank you for the chance to actually drive 350 yards, for the first time in my life, straight as an arrow, and I watched that majestic ball as it fell, striking a marauding vole square on the noggin causing it to flip into the air thus marking the landing point of my ball.

Allow me to say as a side note, this was also my very first,

Wait for it,...

Vole in one. Snicker snicker. (C'mon, you had to see it coming, no?)

We bid farewell to Snowville and Dell with our two little needle clawed kittens in tow with a smooth running and happy Holly.

Westward ho! Kinda. Sorta.

Um, I guess, more north by northwest through Idaho, to Oregon.

Until next time, peace love and light, and as always, happy bi-polaring!