We filled up the motor home tank for the first time since we left Arizona, so happy that we didn't need the high priced stuff in California. After the fill Ken made a U-turn towing the car across six lanes of road. So glad that the streets are built on a spacious scale in Las Vegas.
A quick uneventful drive took us out of Nevada, through a corner of Arizona and on to Leeds, just north of St. George. St. George often appears on lists of places to retire because of its benign climate and plentiful golf courses. We stopped at the Utah visitor welcome center to gather info for the week ahead. When we were ready to leave, the parking brake didn't want to let go. Ken wiggled and jiggled and eventually it moved and so did we. We pulled into the campground, checked in and wanted to drive to the assigned site. This time the brake would not release.
We called Good Sam, our emergency roadside service and within an hour a technician appeared. He diagnosed the problem as leaky air cans (whatever that is) and called the shop for new ones. He and his buddy put them on quickly. Problem solved? Problem NOT solved. They disconnected our back brakes so we could slowly drive to our site and plug into electricity and water. Now they're thinking it's a valve. It was late on Friday afternoon when they left, so we'll find out on Monday if they can find such a valve. Or maybe we'll be joining all the retirees staying in St. George after all.