indicating they were not loose to me. I pulled the truck and trailer out of the way of the pump in case someone else needed fuel as my wife was not yet back. Aſter I had moved away from the pump the fellow who had told me I had this problem and my trailer axle could fall off returned. He said, “Aren’t you going to pull over to the garage and get your trailer fixed?” I replied, “No, there is nothing wrong


with it.” “Well GOOD LUCK” was his reply in a


loud voice. My wife showed up and we leſt. I told her


what had taken place and said I thought it to be a scam. We had bought this trailer used three years previous. At that time the springs were mounted on top the axles making it too high for my truck hitch. I had the springs lowered to the bottom side of the axles, lowering the unit about five inches. Also I had new bushings put in the spring eyes and the centre triangle pivot mount, had the brakes done, wheel bearings packed and new wheel seals installed. At the time of this Wells’ encounter I


had not towed this unit 6,000 miles since having this work done. I do not want to be on the road with anything that is going to give a problem and will fix it when before it becomes a problem, if possible. A week or so later, when camped at Hi Jolly near Quartzite, I mentioned this Wells incident to a fellow there. He said he had a ¾-drive socket set and torque wrench with him and he would crawl under the trailer and check all the fasteners for tightness. Tat he did and told me he set his torque to 150/ſt lbs and they did not move. “Tighten them any more than that and


you will be stripping a nut or twisting a bolt,” he said. We have met so many great and helpful


people in our travels. Because of the way I walk it is apparent I have a physical problem. Many times strangers have seen me doing something and will come and offer assistance. I appreciate it. Tanks to you kind and thoughtful people who offer help to those who need it. I help anyone I can and never take money for it. Makes a person feel good and what goes around comes around.


Sherman Forsyth Oliver BC


My husband and I divorced over


religious differences. He thought he was God, and I didn’t.


I don’t suffer from insanity - I enjoy every minute of it!


Re Beware: Tings do have a way of working out.


Since you ran our letter Beware in your last edition (RVT 141 pg. 8) we have had 10 e-mails back from people who were also ripped off at the same Shell Station in Wells, Nevada. So we sent the letters to the Chamber of


Commerce down in Wells. We got a call from a member of the Chamber. Te gent said he has had so many letters like ours he has started to see what he can do to stop these bandits. He is going to the Attorney General’s office and will also try to have their business license revoked, and yes, he also went to the police, so he is working on it. Tanks again Sheila for putting it in


your RV Times as that helped very much. Johnny McDowell johnnymac@shaw.ca


Smelly Holding Tank: Anyone that has ever camped in an


RV has had this problem at one time or another. Te hotter the temperature, the more likely you are to experience it. Almost all RV’s have two holding tanks.


One catches all the wastewater from the sinks and shower. Tis tank is called the Gray Water tank. No problem with odour here. Te other tank catches all the waste


from the toilet only. Tis tank is called the Black Water tank. Oh yeah, this can get ugly. Even the most diligent camper can experience strong odours coming from this tank. Te cause, more oſten than not, is


with solid waste sticking to the inside of the tank above the liquid line. Tis just happens over time. Here’s a quick fix. Make sure the Black


Tank is not more than half full. (Just guess at it.) Stop and buy a large bag of crushed ice. Pour the whole bag down the toilet and drive. Don’t pour the ice in and just sit. Te sloshing action of the solid ice will break up most of the solids stuck on the inside walls of the tank. At your next stop, dump the Black Tank and recharge it with toilet chemical. I think you’ll find the odour will go


away.


Steve Franklin USA


I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.


Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. Out of my mind, back in 5 minutes.


Montana RV Park to Enjoy: I want to share a real gem of an RV park


that my family and I have visited multiple times over the years. It’s located just outside Big Timber, Montana and has become one of our favourite camping destinations. A few years ago, my wife, sons and I


loaded up a motorhome and headed for Montana. We drove like crazy the first day and spent the night in a campground in Colorado. We got up early and took off for our first stop in Montana. Tere is an RV Park called Spring Creek


Campground & Trout Ranch, about 100 miles West of Billings just outside of Big Timber, Montana. It’s fairly small but beautiful. We were able to park the motorhome right on the Boulder River. What a great way to fall asleep at night.


Te roar of the river just a few feet from your door is extremely soothing. If you like to fish, this is an unbelievable


paradise. You can fish for native fish in the river or the park does have one of their three ponds available for their patrons to fish in. Tey do actually raise trout here. Tey have an upper pond that is full of huge trout kept just for breeding. Te second pond is full of trout getting ready to be released and the third is for fishing. If fishing isn’t your thing, stroll over


and check out the huge black bear they keep as a pet. Tere’s a big sign on the double cage that says “His favourite food is marshmallows” and they aren’t kidding. Our boys fed him a full bag of the big ones in about two minutes. Roughly 10 miles up the road from the


RV Park is a state Park. I can’t remember the name of it but it is worth visiting. Tey have a huge paved parking lot so taking the motorhome was no problem. We parked, walked out on a 20’ wide foot-bridge and looked upstream to see the Boulder River charging toward us. If you looked straight down, the river disappeared into a hole in the ground. If you walked to the other side of the bridge and looked downstream, it was dry as a bone and all rock. We walked to the other end of the


bridge and found a path down to the dry “river bed” where we hiked for about 1/2 mile until we came to a shear drop off where the river was literally blowing out below our feet into a huge deep blue pool. It then continued downstream and past our RV Park. Awesome! Made me wonder if anybody had ever been tubing or kayaking when they came to the hole in the riverbed.


Steve Franklin USA


RVT 142 • JULY/AUGUST 2011 13


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