We have again set up in the Thousand Trails facility called Pio Pico,located beyond Jamul on the east side of the San Diego and Chula Vista areas. Up until Thursday last week we were toughing it out in Cabo San Lucas for a couple weeks.
Like an idiot, I left for Cabo with a tooth that had forewarned me for a long time that it may go gunnybag at any time. It did. About halfway through our two weeks I chomped down on an ice cube and detected a sensation that was not reassuring. At the beginning of the fun it didn’t seem like it was going to be too bad but reality soon set in and I started hunting through Mexican pharmacies in a mostly fruitless search for pain killers that would get me through to my return to the States. I found many pills that alleged, in my tortured and erroneous translations of their labels printed in Spanish, that they were effective at reducing pain. Either the labels lie or my translations could be suspect. In any event, I found some pills called paracetamol that were slightly effective if you double the dosage and multiply the frequency at which you are supposed to take them by two.
When we got back to Pio Pico to release our fifth wheel from storage, we encountered some strange issues. Nobody had broken into our trailer but a vole or field mouse had snuck into our cheesy home only to drown in the toilet. We now know that the rubber gasket in our terlet is good because it held enough water for over two weeks that was sufficient to drown a rat. Getting our trailer out of the storage lot was a problem. When we put the trailer into the lot, the dirt road was bone dry due to years of drought here in Southern California.When we tried to remove it, however, it had rained a couple inches in a couple hours the night before and the formerly adequate road was under gooey mud and blocked with some crud left behind by flash flood conditions. After some shaky progress trying to pass through the goo,we backed out and got campground maintenance to show up with some equipment. Two hours later, our muddy truck and trailer emerged from the storage area leaving only about a half ton of muck on the newly rain-washed road. The fun was not over yet.
Once back in the campground and properly installed in our new camp spot for the immediately foreseeable future, I did a clumsy and broke off the site water supply below all valves, releasing another torrent of water across the campground. The same maintenance guys who had cleared the road came to fix the pipe. They asked if I missed them in the 20 minutes we had been separated.
Now we have been back in the States for a few days and we returned to Mexico, specifically the town of Tecate, to visit Veronica Hernandez, our new dentist now that my nifty former employer provided dental insurance is a thing of the past. A cost for a root canal and crown in our hometown of San Diego exceeds $2000. In Doc Hernandez’s practice in Tecate it costs $605. And to make things better, Tecate is closer.