Tom (on the far right) is the RV service guy
Our last stop before returning to Lake Havasu City was Massey’s Diesel & RV Repair in Phoenix, AZ.
Every year we stop to get our now 17-year-old Newmar DP checked out.
From favorable comments on the online RV forums, this year we decided to try Massey’s. It looks like the right decision.
We dropped our RV at Massey’s so that they could evaluate what needed to be fixed, and we stayed overnight in a Traveler’s Inn. Our room could best be described as an ash tray and we vowed to only stay one night.
Before starting any actual work, Massey’s inspected our motorhome and took photos of problem areas. Here’s what they found:
- Brake recall repair that was never done
- Minor exhaust leak
- Minor fuel leak
- Substantial leak in the hydraulic system
- Generator at 1,000 hours and needing overhaul
- Rear air bags with 1 year of needing replacement
We decided to have it all fixed, including replacing the rear air bags — which alone should cost about $2,000. C’est la vie.
However, since the repair work was going to take several days, we decided to rent a U-Haul, pack up some essentials, and drive back to Lake Havasu City.
This will only take a few minutes to load up . . .
. . . one hour later
We left Phoenix with our packed U-Haul early Saturday afternoon and arrived at our Crazy Horse Campground park model at dusk. It was worth it.
500 miles (and 50 gallons of diesel) out from Bishop, CA and we’re at the Ramblin’ Roads campground. We took Highway 95 in California to get here and it was a great road . . . a two-lane with lots of dips that winds through terrific dessert scenery.
Your Typical SouthWest Sunset
A nice enclosed dog play area . . .
Just bring water and sewer hose extensions . . .
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Lake Sabrina, South Lake, and North Lake are all up the road (Highway 168) from us.
We’ve been to South Lake. We’ve been to Lake Sabrina. We’ve been to both South Lake and Lake Sabrina.
But we’ve never taken that right turn on Highway 168 to North Lake . . . until last Thursday.
Here’s our best picture of North Lake:
Here’s Jan being cold as hell at 9,200 feet . . .
Finally, I don’t remember the drive up to North Lake. I think I blacked out. You see, about 2 miles of the trip up were negotiating a one-lane road with sheer drop offs. I know we encountered a couple of huge pickup trucks coming down the mountain as we drove up, and we survived.
Now you tell me
Since we had the inside lane on the drive down, we felt emboldened to film it.
That’s Flirt panting in the back seat.