Another adventure with Bertha. I have already talked about the relative insanity of our trip out here with things breaking left and right. Really, other than the awning crashing down on I 70 in the middle of Kansas, none of the other stuff was really a big deal. I mean, who has hot running water and a flush toilet in a tent? And that is the only camping I have done for 20 some years. It was a combination of disappointment that all the stuff was breaking and that it was making my dream trip with Jonny a little more of a nightmare that made me nuts. I managed just fine without the amenities. But I did pay for them and for the inspection of them.
So, when the rapid response team of Camping World jumped right on the case after I posted my story on their forum I thought I was really going to get some help from them. After talking to a bunch of folks and taking a bunch of pics of the various parts that didn't work, and yada yada yada, I had an appt w/ the Camping World in Albuquerque this Saturday to fix things. At least I thought I did. After driving 2 1/2 hours on Friday night and paying to stay in a hotel so I could be there at 8 AM as requested, I showed up to the best imitation of a deer in the headlights I have ever seen. They had no idea I was coming, couldn't do what needed to be done, and were assholes on top of it. So I took my hot water/toiletless Bertha back to Old Town and had a margarita. I am so done with Camping World. I can get by without all the fancy pants amenities like hot water. As long as she runs okay and gets me where I need to go I am happy.
I did meet up with an old high school acquaintance in Albuquerque. At least we went to school at the same place. I don't think we hung out much. In fact, I'm not sure I remember her. But it was fun meeting up with someone from my home town and her hubbie. And I wandered the streets of Old Town for hours. Last time I was there was 1986. Not much has changed. Other than that I was able to check my email whilst waiting for dinner.
Today me and Otis hit up the Petsmart on our way out of town. Ooowee. A trip to Albuquerque and I come away with a bag of dog food (which I hope my boy with the sensitive stomach will tolerate) and a t- shirt for Jonny. It's a good one. A picture of the Santa Maria. The caption is: Illegal Immigration Started in 1942. Great for a history teacher! Oh, and he is now assigned to a HS in Tulsa, will teach social studies, and is going to try to get in on the baseball staff.
Oh, the title of this post..... Albuquerque has definitely been using the Breaking Bad connection to it's advantage. Everywhere is selling t-shirts w/references to the famous series. And I stopped in the candy shop that made the original rock candy that was the prop for the first 2 seasons, before it was blue. They even had a bald guy there that people were taking pics with. That was a bit much for me. Meth is not a joke folks.
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