Craggy Wash ain’t much. Craggy Wash is a risky drive for large RVs, especially if towing. I had to drive into the wash 2.5 miles before locating a place that I could turn around and park, after detaching the scoot trailer. A nearby van camper named Clyde gave some assistance un-re-attaching the trailer after watching to be sure I did not back into his van. I am not a good backer. My door is getting a little worn from hopping in and out of the RV when I have to back unassisted.
After getting parked, I immediately discovered that my satellite equipment suffered an electronic failure. Since my brokerage account is all-in the market, this could be financially disastrous. After a wait until Monday circuit board to fix the problem was delivered by overnight UPS, and was picked up on the wat from Craggy Wash to be installed at my next stop.
I parked near, and probably accelerated the departure of, Clyde the van camper. Clyde was an interesting character, a programmer that dropped out of the corporate world after his employer went bankrupt in the 90’s. We had somewhat a kindred experience, except that Clyde is a minimalist that took the low cost, low tech route, and I, well, am burdened by dragging around so much ‘stuff’ that Barth can hardly get up a hill.