On to Hesperia

Today we had a short trip, but it was made longer by our stop at the Flying J in Barstow. First we had one of our propane tanks filled. The older guy who filled it was nice enough to help by lifting the tank down and putting it back up, despite having really bad arthritis in his hands and being rather short, so it was a difficult task for him. We thanked him, but he said that it was his job to be customer service oriented. Next we pulled up to the diesel pump, but we couldn't read the screen to follow the prompts, so we had to take our Good Sam card and credit card inside, go back out and pump the diesel, and then go back inside to get our receipt.

Next we moved over to the truck area to fill our DEF tank. Again we had to take the cards inside, go back outside and pump the DEF, and go inside to get the receipt. All this ended up taking almost an hour, but we finally got back on I-15 and headed south to Hesperia. We got to the Desert Willow RV Park before lunch. The woman at the desk was very friendly and helpful.

We picked out a spot we liked because it has a couple of trees to shade it, but it also has a good view of the southern sky for the satellite dish, and our door opens to the northeast. We had to jockey the fifth wheel into place carefully between the trees on one side and the posts around the utilities on the other, but once we got ourselves positioned well, we really like our spot.

Ken called Rebecca to report where we were staying, and he invited her and Catt to come over for dinner after work. Catt has recently started a job in an insurance agency that she seems to like. Her current ambition seems to be to become an insurance agent.

We went out shopping and picked up a rotisserie chicken at Costco for dinner. Rebecca and Catt did indeed find the park, and we had a good visit. No room where Catt is can possibly be quiet or boring. She is very enthusiastic about everything, even being beat at chess by her grandpa. We took a walk around the park and ended up in the billiards room. Catt played Ken first and me second. Both games ended in a technical win for her, because both of us managed to scratch while attempting to sink the eight ball.

Tomorrow afternoon we'll go out to visit them in the house they recently moved into, on the north side of Victorville. I'm looking forward to meeting their three dogs, especially Catt's best friend, Mikey.