It only got worse

They say that bad things come in threes.  I hope that three is the limit.  First, on the way to Las Vegas, we stopped at one of the public/private rest areas to log on to our computer and find out which Walmarts allowed overnight parking.  I went and got some ice cream.  When I came back, Bob was just ready to leave, but a man in a service looking uniform called to us.  He pointed out that the tires on the tow dolly were getting worn at the top.  Bob is always afraid of scams.  But he went and looked.  The guy was right.  It was probably wearing funny because of the dolly being off center for so long while we were driving.  (Hopefully that is now fixed.)  Anyway, we decided to get new tires for the tow dolly. 

At the same time, Bob has been worried about the tires on the RV.  We went to Les Schwab before we left and they said that the tires were fine.  But Bob kept worrying.  The rv was shaking a little when we were driving and he was not able to check the tire pressure on the inside tires.  So he asked the guy to check the tire pressure on all of the rv tires.  The guy looked at the tires and showed Bob that there were numerous cracks in almost all of the tires.  There was still lots of tread, but the tires were cracking.  Part of the problem is that the rv sits for so long in our driveway.  But it can't have helped that the weather was getting pretty warm.  So after a long thought, Bob decided to get all new tires (6 of them) for the rv.  The guys in the shop were wonderful.  The three of them all worked as fast as they could and got the tires changed on the tow dolly and the rv in less than an hour.

When we got back on the road we realized how unaligned the old tires had been.  The rv was riding much better and sturdier.  We did get a higher quality of tire than had been on, so I am sure that helped.  So it was worth the money.  (And we getter a mile per gallon better mileage with the new tires.)

By this time Bob was seriously tired.  We were still at 6000 feet altitude.  We wanted to get to a Walmart, but Bob just couldn't drive the 100 miles it would take to get there.  So we stopped in a rest area.  It was nice there, but it was very windy.

We got up the next morning.  I fixed a nice breakfast because I figured that I would be able to wash dishes once we were in Las Vegas.  (Wrong)  We got here about noon and it was already over 100 degrees.  We did the basic set up, turned on the air conditioner, and then showered.  When we got back to the rv, the air conditioner was off.  It had tripped a breaker.  Bob fooled around with it, got it working again, and we went into the casino to have lunch.  We waited a while for the air conditioner to cool the rv enough to get in it.  When we got back at about 6 pm, the air was again off, and the breaker was again blown.  We didn't know what to do.  We had almost no clean clothes.  So, while Bob tried to figure out if he could fix it, I started laundry (it was still over 110 degrees.)  I got the laundry started and came back.  Bob decided he could not fix it.  We decided to rent a room at Circus Circus.  I finished the laundry and we packed up some stuff.  It was only a couple of hundred feet away, so we decided to walk rather than take the car.  MISTAKE.  By this time Bob was exhausted and overheated.  I walked ahead thinking I could get it done and save him from walking the whole way.  But there were a lot of turns and I could not see him, so I kept back tracking to find him.  He was moving slow.  We got to hotel registration.  I explained the problem to the clerk.  She was very sympathetic and gave us a very inexpensive room near the rv park.  That did mean that we had to walk almost the whole way back.  We did.  By now, Bob can hardly move.  I sit him down in the room and go back to the rv to get the car.  It was now about 9:30 pm, dark, and still over 100 degrees.  By the time I got to the room, I was so thirsty.  There was a refrigerator, but nothing in it.  There was no indication of any pop machines or ice machines.  There was no room service except for pizza.  I called the front desk and learned that there was an ice machine on the first floor (we were on the third floor).  I got the ice and poured some water.  It really tasted bad, but it helped.  I sat for a few minutes.  Then we both took showers and went to bed.

I was so worried that I did not sleep well.  I got up in the middle of the night and got on line and learned that there were a number of businesses that did mobile rv repairs, including air conditioning.  I tried to sleep more, but it was useless.  We got up at 6 and walked to the casino.  The restaurants opened at 7.  We played slot machines until then and got some breakfast.  Then back to the room and on the phone.  Most businesses said that they could not even put us on the schedule for another two weeks.  I finally found one who came out.  He announced that the unit was kaput and we needed a new one ($$$$$$).  He called the local camping world.  We drove and picked it up.  They came back to install it. 

We stayed another night in the hotel.  By the time  the unit was installed it was 113 inside the rv and over 130 in the sun outside.,  We came back to check after dinner and the unit was working, but it was still over 100 degrees inside.  This morning it was down to 75 degrees (yeah).  We are now back in the rv and trying to survive the heat.  (We did have a small disagreement with the service company about whether they could connect the unit through the ducts.  It is a long story and not very interesting.  But it is finally resolved.)  It is now almost 6 pm.  The temp outside our unit 123 degrees, but it is 92 inside - a 30- degree differential.  We will survive.  We have not had much time or inclination to enjoy Las Vegas, but we will be here for another day, so maybe tomorrow.

Hopefully, this third incident is the last.  If the third time is a charm, we will be very happy not to have a fourth.