I finally have all the paperwork together to take to my accountant next Tuesday morning, so with any luck after I drop off the papers I'll be able to head up into the mountains for a minivacation.
I'm looking forward to visiting Cripple Creek again. I think the last time I was there was maybe six or eight years ago when I had to report for jury duty. Even though Cripple Creek is not the largest town in the county and is kind of up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere, it's been the county seat since the 1890s and refuses to relinquish that title, so jury trials are held in the Cripple Creek courthouse.
Having to report for jury duty, which happened about once a year, was never something I looked forward to. In the Summer Cripple Creek was packed with tourists, was difficult to get around and no place to park. In the winter the narrow two-lane roads were snow packed and had some fairly awe-inspiring drop-offs which the county never found reason to put guardrails on. So no matter when I had to go other than early Fall, or late Spring it was never any fun. So by the time everyone was released to go home the last thing I wanted to do was walk around Cripple Creek taking pictures, so I'm really looking forward to playing tourist on my minivacation.
I noticed a lot more trees with yellow leaves on them in the neighborhood that seemingly occurred overnight, the weather's gotten noticeably cooler, so it looks like my favorite time of year, Fall, is already in its beginning stages.
a picture of my wheel without the decorative cover over the hub. I'm sorry I don't have a picture of what it looked like before I removed the decorative covers, but never intending to reuse them, I threw them away.
I thought I would offer this quick tip for everyone out there that likes to DIY. "destroy it yourself".
A long long time ago in a land far far away I started checking the wheel bearings on my trailer every time I stopped. When I pulled into a restaurant for lunch I would walk around the trailer and touch each of the wheel hubs to see if they were hot or warm, and I did the same thing when I would pull into a camp spot for the night, I didn't know if it was of any use but, it made me feel better.
Then one day I pulled into a crowded rest area on the interstate and parked next to a big rig. As I was walking around touching the hubs to check my bearings the truck driver got out, came over and virtually congratulated me for checking all my bearings. We talked for a while and he said he had been taught to do the same thing on big trucks, and if more people paid attention to their bearing temperatures there would be a whole lot less problems with RVs.
I took this tip to heart even though I've gotten high-tech with a handheld infrared temperature sensor, and almost always walk around and check my wheel hubs whenever I get out of the truck.
But with the Arctic Fox, and I would say a lot of other trailer brands, a decorative cover is placed over the wheel hub to make the area look pretty which interferes with the ability to get a meaningful temperature reading on the hub by touching it or using a temperature sensor.
The plastic decorative covers on my 27 – 5L Arctic Fox are held on by the wheel and you can't remove them in less you take the wheel off, which I did when I bought the Goodyear Marathon tires that are on it right now.
And yes I know they don't look as pretty as they did with the fancy covers, but I will trade looks for the ability to keep an eye on my bearings, and the increased ease of greasing my bearings any day. And I think anyone who's had bearing problems like I've had with other trailers will agree.
I removed the rubber plug so you can see the Zerk fitting for greasing the bearings. The decorative covers made that job a whole lot more difficult.
I wish I could get motivated. There are things that I need to get done before I leave Denver around the middle of September but so far I'm unable to put together enough ambition to even start doing the things that need to be done, but its not my fault I was born with a lazy gene, a procrastination gene, and not one single ambition gene in my entire body.
I've got things I need to do to my little Beta 250 before I leave. I need to at least finish the seat so I can sit on the darn thing, and I would really like to change the rear brake lever so my right foot can reach it. And I've been needing to get a rearview mirror on it so those crazy people on quads can't sneak up behind me. But my procrastination gene is preventing me from getting started so I can't be faulted for that
I really need to grease the wheel bearings on the Arctic Fox since I haven't done it since last year. Its not that hard to do I just squirt some grease in a Zerk fitting on the hub with my grease gun, without having to take anything apart, but as simple a project as it is its not my fault that I can't get it done, my lazy gene is standing in the way.
Everything inside the Arctic Fox needs a dusting, vacuuming, and general cleaning. I don't know how it gets so dirty in here, there's dust all over everything, the dust bunnies on the floor have reached a point where I trip over them. And the bathroom, good grief ! I've seen bus station restrooms that look better than my bathroom. But I just don't seem to have the ambition to start the cleaning process, so it's really not my fault.
Usually the only thing that pulls me out of this malaise is the thought that winter is coming up and soon Denver will be covered with ice and snow. It will get so cold even the polar bears leave..... You've never seen a polar bear in Denver have you? Well that's why. And the city will be full of nutty people who drive through mountain blizzards to slide down hills with boards tied to their feet, I know it doesn't make any sense but they actually do it.
So far the only force I have found that's powerful enough to overcome my genetic deficiencies is the thought of having to live through another Colorado winter. So with that as motivation I will eventually get the Arctic Fox cleaned up, packed up, hooked up, and ready to go. And if I don't it will truly be my fault.