Day10
- Heading Home
As
you can see from the pics, I put a tarp over my four old tires
strapped to the cage on my TJ. The idea was to help the air
ride up over the tires instead of catching inside them like
a plane putting up its wing flaps helping it to stop. The wind
was so gusty, though, that the tarp was ripped to near shreds
within 30 miles. Murphy, maybe. Maybe not, because if I had
notÊdecided to stop toÊpull off the tarp at the next turn-out,
I would not have seen the look in the eyes of the kids broken
down there. They were kind of stumped while staring into the
hood of their truck.
"I
was passing a truck and then nothing. The engine would race,
instead of accelerate, and the truck just coasted to a stop."
They had pulled off. Luckily, during this pass no one was coming
the other way. I poured a couple of quarts of my ATF into their
somewhat empty transmission and off they drove to Moab for repairs.
I pulled the tarp off and on I went.
I
got to I-70 and headed toward Salt Lake City. Once again, I
took a short cut thru Salina and on to I-15 near Provo. I think
I got kind of lost, because I ended up on some highways I did
not remember from before. It did not matter too much, because
each new turn had an arrow saying "Salt Lake." I just followed
along and enjoyed the scenery.
This
time,Êthe drive thru Salt Lake City was uneventful. In Salt
Lake I picked up I-80 and aimed my TJ toward home. Every time
I stopped for gas and or food Jake tried to refuse getting back
in the Jeep. He was tired of the drive too.Ê
After
much driving, a little sleeping then driving and driving and
driving and driving etc., I made it toÊJessup NV. I have planned
to stop by here several times since Jessup is my family name.
To theÊnaked eye it's pretty desolate. Kind of depressing when
I think about it, but then again,ÊI guess it is a bustling metropolis
of critters and things crawling.
Next
was Fernly Nevada. There I opted to stop off to see a former
student of mine and her family. My stop in Fernly reminded me
of howÊwonderful it is for a coach/teacher to watch his students
grow up and watch their lives and families growl. Ashley went
to the prom; she's a teen now, sister Mindy is getting married,
and Dad, Walt is enjoying the job he took three or so years
ago and is prospering. Momma Kelly was shinning and brother
Larry is building a formidable career in computers while still
wowing the world with his music. They are wealthy, but not in
the money way. I left feeling good. Someday maybe I'll meet
a lady on the rocks who wants to build a family.
The
next part of my trip was not as pleasant. I stopped to check
on my renters in Reno who owe me mega bucks. My condo was trashed
and I had once again got fined for the lack of maintenance on
the unit. The maintenance is contracted to be done by the renters.
Guess it's time for the Boot!Ê
I
made it home at 10:30 pm Sun. Evening and taught classes all
day Monday and today (Tuesday). I died. I called into the Elm.
School and grudgingly canceled my P.E. classes for the day and
drug myself out of bed, unpacked the tires and a few odd things
and did this article.
I
have got several hours of teaching to do here at the academy
(www.snowcrest.net/coachgeo)
this evening, then I'll crash tonight. I'll be back to normal
tomorrow because, well "I have got too." I'm back in the real
world now.Ê
Thanks
for following along,
George.
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