It rained some last night. Probably not a lot, nothing was wet when Fawkes and I went for our morning walk, but the air had that smell. The smell of the desert after rain. I remember it from my time at Ft. Huachuca in the early '80s. Sage, rosemary and sand. There is a wisp of it in every desert I've ever smelled, from the Middle East to southern Africa. The war-zone desert smell is mixed with diesel and jet fuel. India's has poverty smell mixed in, but the smell of desert - especially after rain - is unique and wonderful. And, naturally my thoughts went from poetic musings to "I wonder if anything is leaking on my Airstream?" It seemed like a great time to check out the roof. I pulled out a 10 foot ladder to have a look. Airstreams aren't meant to be climbed on, as the aluminum will dent, so the name of the game is leaning in-hopefully without tipping the ladder over. I didn't even make it past the first thing I dismantled...the fan exhaust vent covers. The tape adhering the foam seals to the covers was shot. It looked more like a discarded snake skin.
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| Old glue cleaned up |
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| New foam seal |
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| From the inside |
New seals and covers are reinstalled and now I'm ready to see what else is on my roof, but not tomorrow. Finally off to hike, at Hackberry Spring in Apache Junction. Wish me luck!
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