Death to my Schedule

Owning and living in an RV forces a person to assume a bovine posture and to chant a soothing mantra when your schedule implodes. We were so close to making a clean get away from Tucson, so close. Notice the use of the past tense in that sentence? Were. But now we're not.
Thursday, Ken Cameron of Cameron's Reliable RV came out to install the rear vision camera. Talk about something that is not a user friendly install! He ended up running the coax from the camera down behind the refrigerator (which had to be removed), through the floor and towards the front via a conduit that he and Rachel installed along the frame rails. Keystone, in their infinite wisdom, did not provide for any after market electronics installations.
This is Jim Waddle in the yellow shirt, and Rachel and Ken Cameron. Ken was looking for places to run wire. Anyway, they got about half way done on Thursday, when the weather went to hell and so they left before finishing. Unfortunately, Ken has had periods of not feeling well recently, and Friday and Saturday were bad days for him. So, at this point we do not know when Ken will return or when we will leave.

So, here we are and here we be for awhile. We've spent yesterday and today purging items from the basement to make room for the satellite antenna. If it hasn't been used in the past 7 months, out it goes.
If Ken doesn't feel up to finishing us up tomorrow, I think we're going to go out to Fantasy Island and ride. We've been seeing a lot of jackrabbits while riding. Often all you can see is the tips of their ears moving through the bushes, they look like dogs they are so big.


Other than reconfiguring the RV for travel we have zippity doo-dah all to report.