Saint Gordon To The Rescue

Utah

Meet Gordon, Patron Saint of Boondockers, who, with admirable modesty, arrived to save the day.  He installed two new super batteries that he swears will get us through the night with both heat and fridge, and a portable solar “tickler” panel to keep those babies gurgling and happy during the day when we’re off doing boondocky things.


Gordon also dispensed advice regarding the cleaning and maintenance of our black and grey water tanks.  At that point I left Dan to receive the Wisdom as that is a mystery I have no wish to delve into.  

When Gordon rode off to save more hopeless souls Dan was filled with a new conviction and confidence that I found most attractive. Our next boondocking experience is several weeks off but I know that our patron saint will be watching over us and all will be well.

Then Dan told me one of Gordon’s recommendations: that we not flush toilet paper but rather collect it in a bucket and dispose of it separately.  Seriously?  Oh Gordon, you looked so good up there on your pedestal.  I am now more than a little nervous.

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  1. Dave P - Port TownsendNovember 19, 2021 at 4:21 PM

    Does your fridge have the option of running off propane? Our does and we have no inverter to get DC(battery) to AC (wall outlets). I bet your big rig does. Propane to the fridge would be a but plus while boondocking. Good luck. I love all the posts.

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    1. Dave P - Port TownsendNovember 19, 2021 at 4:22 PM

      Opps... Big Plus not but plus

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    2. Trailer Trash MamaNovember 19, 2021 at 8:06 PM

      No, it doesn’t. And I thought that was a good thing. I do, however, LOVE my giant freezer which truly keeps ice cream frozen and has room for the 23 containers of Bolognese sauce I made before we left!

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  2. Susan SawatzkyNovember 19, 2021 at 10:02 PM

    Amazing, it took me moving from Port Townsend to Colorado Springs to read about the creation of Pippa's!

    I happened to click on your husband's photo on Facebook as a suggested new friend and wound my way to your blogs.

    Susan Sawatzky
    https://www.facebook.com/susaw/

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  3. Trailer Trash MamaDecember 1, 2021 at 4:30 AM

    Well thank you Susan. Glad to meet you here online - and perhaps in person one day if you come back to PT to visit.

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