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Back in Webster...
Nov. 4th, 2007 02:45 pmBetween this and that, Galina and I ended up leaving Pagosa yesterday around 1:30 pm, which is not my idea of an ideal time to leave on a long trip, but there you have it. A few miles down the road, just as I managed to drift off to sleep, Galina woke me up for some trifling matter, and I was unable to fall asleep again until after midnight.
With what I call an "indifferent" fill-up - one where you replace the dispensing nozzle after its automatic regulator shuts it off, which is what we did in Pagosa - you can take the Ford from Pagosa to just short of Amarillo, Texas (390 miles of about 410) before the needle starts to dip dangerously below the bottom of the last mark on the gauge and you must take another deep gulp of the go juice. (In this regard, I am not my father's son; he used to start looking for gas stations once the needle moved off of "F.")
So I refilled the tank in (I think) Vega, Texas, using a technique that fills the tank with more gas than an "indifferent" fillup, but doesn't leave a pool of gas on the ground, the way a traditional "top-off" would. As a result, the next time we would take on gas would be 470 miles later, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
After Vega, it was my turn to drive, and so I did, forging our way to about 20 miles short of Wichita Falls, Texas, at which point we put in at a rest stop and zonked. The cargo in the Ford was arranged in such a way as to provide a platform on which Shiloh could gambol (or at least crawl), which made it very nearly impossible to recline the front seats at all. The quality of sleep was poor, as my aching neck can attest.
After this and that - but without changing our clocks, since we managed to make the drive on the night Daylight Savings went away - we pulled into the driveway at Webster a bit in front of noon.
Me, I caught up on some sleep. So did Galina, and so - I suspect - did Shiloh.
Cheers...
With what I call an "indifferent" fill-up - one where you replace the dispensing nozzle after its automatic regulator shuts it off, which is what we did in Pagosa - you can take the Ford from Pagosa to just short of Amarillo, Texas (390 miles of about 410) before the needle starts to dip dangerously below the bottom of the last mark on the gauge and you must take another deep gulp of the go juice. (In this regard, I am not my father's son; he used to start looking for gas stations once the needle moved off of "F.")
So I refilled the tank in (I think) Vega, Texas, using a technique that fills the tank with more gas than an "indifferent" fillup, but doesn't leave a pool of gas on the ground, the way a traditional "top-off" would. As a result, the next time we would take on gas would be 470 miles later, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
After Vega, it was my turn to drive, and so I did, forging our way to about 20 miles short of Wichita Falls, Texas, at which point we put in at a rest stop and zonked. The cargo in the Ford was arranged in such a way as to provide a platform on which Shiloh could gambol (or at least crawl), which made it very nearly impossible to recline the front seats at all. The quality of sleep was poor, as my aching neck can attest.
After this and that - but without changing our clocks, since we managed to make the drive on the night Daylight Savings went away - we pulled into the driveway at Webster a bit in front of noon.
Me, I caught up on some sleep. So did Galina, and so - I suspect - did Shiloh.
Cheers...
