Homeless

Coming into Bullhead City from Vegas this morning I encountered some crazy wind. At times, it literally picked me up and tossed me into the other lane. Fortunately, I was out there by myself.

When I got to Bullhead I pulled in to a station for fuel and when I stepped out my drivers side and turned around, I thought I was in the twilight zone. My canopy was gone and all of my stuff was laying there on my bed, exposed.

I’ve made many trips in my little truck over the last few years and the thought of losing my canopy never crossed my mind but here it was, reality baby, and I better deal with it!

I bought my fuel and then took off down the road. I stopped on a quiet street and begun pulling everything from the bed of my truck, including my bed, jamming it all into the cab. Then I started looking for a dump, no luck, and I could hardly see out my passenger side window. What a way to start my vacation in Arizona!

I spotted a little store with an empty dumpster so I pulled over and brazenly approached the owner offering him $10 to let me dump some stuff. He said sure. I threw away the foam for my bed, the two containers with three drawers each that held my miscellaneous stuff, my portable blue chair, my big water container with our well water in it, and the flat board and tarp that lined the bottom of the truck bed.

What an amazing transformation my little truck has gone through, even before I checked into my Laughlin motel for a four-day stay, and now I can’t camp out anywhere.

Homeless…

This is what she used to be: here and here.