I arrived at Foss at early afternoon, driving from Wal*Mart in Dodge City, Kansas. I made a feeble attempt to check out the sights of Dodge City, going to ‘Boot Hill’. “Walk the hills that Doc Holliday walked,” they proclaim, in front of a western street mockup straight from Gunsmoke. But everyone knows that the real Boot Hill is in Tombstone, AZ.
The visitor center at Boot Hill informed me that all other attractions had closed for the winter. So I spent 30 minutes seeing the town. This consisted of driving the main East-West drag to the limits, then the main North-South drag to the limits. On the East side of town I saw a sign that declared “Overlook, 1 mile”. Wondering what in Kansas might be high enough to be called an overlook, I proceeded. It turns out to be a spot on the highway about 100 ft. high that overlooks a humongous feeding lot. So much for scenery. Come to think of it, the overlook was level. It was the feed lot that was in a low place.
On with business. The drive to Dodge City was very tiring as I had a side wind with gusts up to 30, according to the weather service. Today was mostly better, not the wind, but the fact that it was a tailwind eighty percent of the drive.
Upon arrival at Foss, I settled into a campsite that is somewhat sheltered form the wind and immediately confirmed that trees were not blocking my view of the satellite. I then went outside and connected electric and water tethers, puttered around, walked dog, moved the Jeep to a satisfactory resting place, checked for phone connection (none), scratched a place or two, yawned (as you are doing), and then looked at the Barth. Yikes! Water was running from all over the place!
I popped the water connection bay, expecting the worst scenario, a busted water tank. All seemed ok. The water was dripping from a-high. Had me baffled. Checked an unused ice maker hose, not leaking. Then I stepped on the carpet – squish, looked down to see water everywhere inside. Traced the flow back to the head. Yup, toilet had been overflowing since I turned on the water, and still doing it, I might add.
Boring story-short, I shut off the water and disassembled the electronic controls and valves. A little troubleshooting uncovered that the shutoff valve had a flake of rust impairing it’s ability to function properly, i.e. shut off. No waiting for delivery of expensive parts necessary. Thanks for the rusty water, Red Willow. I need the iron, but Barth does not.
Now, where did I stow that water filter? Marlene of Gordon and Marlene (several weeks back) asked me if I have a catch-all drawer, as she was looking for something. I told her that “all of my drawers are catch-all”. I can loose things just as easily in Barth as I can at the house.
Grrrrr… now it is approaching sundown and I haven’t even had time to rest from the trip!No tags for this post.