So, lets recap. My fridge started leaking ammonia on the 24th, it stopped working on the 26th. I arrived at Little House Customs on the 28th for an appointment I made months ago to get some other non-essential work done. I ask Larry while I’m there if he can do anything about the fridge. He tells me to go to the Casita factory two hours away near Waco, TX, as they can do it cheaper than he can.
I wait a week from the 28th until the 4th while the factory is closed for the holidays, moochdocking in a friend’s driveway to save on camping fees. The night of the 3rd (Sunday) I spend at a Walmart parking lot in Ennis close by. Bright and early at 7:55 am I’m in the factory door, where everyone is scurrying around to put the cubicles and desks back together after the new carpet install that happened over the holidays. I wait for about 40 minutes while the service guy gets his stuff straightened out and his computer plugged in.
He tells me the bad news: they’re fully booked for this week in appointments, the earliest they can get me in is next Monday the 11th, and it would probably be at least one night in a motel, possibly two. I make the appointment as it hurts nothing, then get to work.
At a McDonalds in Corsicana, the next town south of the factory, I buy breakfast and spend two hours scouring the internet. To wait another week in TX and miss two of the gatherings I was planning to attend in Quartzsite entirely (I’m already going to be late for one) but be assured of having someone who knows how to replace the fridge work on it. Or to head for Arizona now and wait to get the fridge fixed after the gatherings and hope I find a good shop.
I scour the Casita forums and put my own post up, I post on Facebook for gatherings taking place in Quartzsite on the chance that someone knows a good repair person. I e-mail Larry to get his advice. I text a couple I worked with at Amazon who are based out of Phoenix and might know a good repair place.
Then it’s just wait for the information to come in. I spend the night of the 4th at the Walmart in Corsicana, and figure I’ll make my decision bright and early on the 5th with the data I have.
Tuesday, January 5th
I’m writing this post from a (crowded!) Walmart in Fort Stockton, 487 miles west of Corsicana, so I’m guessing you can decide the conclusion I came to. I’m in contact with a reputable repair shop in Phoenix that is familiar with the special way my fridge needs to be handled (that’ll be part 2), in the meantime I’ll be sans fridge for the two Quartzsite gatherings but as I’ve already lived out of a cooler over a week now I know another two weeks won’t be a great hardship. Nice thing about it being winter: when temps are in the 30’s and 40’s ice doesn’t melt fast.
Today’s photos are from the drive out here today, starting in the hardwood forests west of Dallas to the savannah of the hill country, and near sunset into the brush heralding desert. With luck, I’ll make it to Quartzsite on the 8th in time to help a friend give a seminar. It’s good to be back on the road! Note: as much as I’m driving in a day, I’m going to be slow responding to comments and e-mails, thanks for your patience.
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