Laurel Reflects on Days 1 - 3

So the "check engine" light just came on.

Posting from north Texas, after traversing (and putting stickers on the RV for) Oklahoma, Missouri, etc. etc. It has always bothered me that, across great swatches of Missouri and Oklahoma, there are no erected fences between the Interstate and the rest of the world. One notes a lot of dead dogs. Last summer when I drove this route, I remember seeing a child playing in a yard that had NO FENCES between where the child was playing and where I was hurtling by at 70 MPH. Sometimes, certain parts of the U.S. make me uncomfortable.

There are, too, so many systems to keep track of on a "rig" this size, it's frightening. I've taken to calling it a "rig" because I think this is the biggest "rig" I've ever powered, not counting the towing of the RV with the rented U-Haul between Atlanta and Dayton (don't ask). But on this "rig," there are too many systems, which leads to a lot of breaking down. In the time that it's taken to type this post, I've had the check engine light AND Caitlin's GPS just up and died.

Too many systems.

Assuming it makes it, we spend tomorrow and Friday bumming around the northern New Mexico / Arizona area. Pueblo ruins, methinks. Then, we check in at the Grand Canyon on Saturday.

Adios.