Old Bottles y Otras Cosas

I keep finding old bottles when I'm out walking.

They all have embossed writing. Most are thick glass. The Miller bottle is probably the thinnest glass of them all.

Pictured at the top are bottles #4 and #5. I find these things almost right beside the road, so they can't be that old, right?

One night I couldn't sleep, so I looked up the one with Nesbitt embossed upon it. There's lots of old Nesbitt bottles for sale on Ebay, but I found very little information on when it was made. According to Wikipedia:

The Nesbitt's Fruit Products Company was founded in 1924, named after its founder Hugh S. Nesbitt. The Nesbitt's brand debuted in 1927, initially as part of the company's line of soda fountain products. Nesbitt's began bottling Nesbitt's orange and several other flavors in the late 1930s, putting it in direct competition with established market-leader Orange Crush.  Nesbitt's became the US market leader of orange soda pop during the late 1940s and 1950s, with advertisements featuring an unknown model, Marilyn Monroe, in 1946, and proclaiming itself to be the "Largest selling bottled orange drink in the world". Nesbitt's own brand of orange beverage was surpassed in popularity by Fanta in the late 1960s and then faded in popularity. In 1972, the company was sold to The Clorox Company, and in April 1975, the bottling operation was sold to Moxie Industries, Inc. (later Monarch Beverage) of Atlanta.

It's kinda cool that this bottle is at least 55ish years old. Researching this one bottle is hard, and I have a name on it. I also have a name on the Miller bottle. The others don't have names.

One of the bottles, the short brown one, says it is NOT TO BE REFILLED. The larger brown one has a curved shape and reads: 26 REG. U.S. PAT & T.M. OFF. 05. The little clear one with thick glass reads REGISTERED SEALED and something else that I can't quite make out. I'll have to get some putty or something to put on the embossing and make a print of it. That last one, the little clear one also has the most dirt in it.

Devil Dog Road

The heat disappeared in the rearview mirror when I got out of Havasu a couple weeks ago. Apparently, I did not write of this here. I posted to Facebook because it's easier to update everyone on Facebook. This was that post:

Feel like I'm at a very low point in life right now...

 New roof AC unit in RV...broken

 Closed Door at the RV shop...went out of business

 RV almost on empty

 Minivan at just under a quarter tank.

 Minivan AC...works intermittently

Almost $1200 to replace condenser...under $200 in my account

 New Job...$400/week....just starting tomorrow, payday when (?)

 HOTvasu...temps in the 110s

 I gotta get out of this  heat  and back into the mountains. I don't know how.  Minivan and RV are both in Havasu.  My brain is hot and tired.

 On the plus side, I do start the delivery job tomorrow.  We loaded the boxes (in the heat) onto the truck this afternoon.

On Facebook, the entire post was decorated with fire emojis (not available on this platform) and this picture. Even summer sunsets are hot in Havasu.

What happened is the shuttle job at the Grand Canyon ended because of the Dragon Bravo Fire at the North Rim. Since I had a new AC unit, I thought I might be able to make life work in Havasu.

I spent the first two nights in Kingman. I had to figure out where I was going to stay and what I was going to do in Havasu.

Only problem is the new AC unit decided to stop working. Kingman heat was the upper 90s / lower 100s. Having job-related stuff in Havasu, I traveled down to Havasu and secured a place to store the RV. That week, my car thermometer read 122-degrees.

Needless to say, it was hot.

I secured a storage unit. That was the best plan....store the RV and stay in my room at Brenda's house. Finding a good deal on a storage unit, I arrived early in the morning to do the paperwork.

During the paperwork, the customer service wasn't the best. I decided then and there not to rent the storage unit because I didn't want to fork $300 over to that place. They didn't earn my business.

But this left me in a bind. Now I had to figure out what to do with the RV. I had to be in Havasu from Wednesday afternoon through Friday afternoon for my two part-time jobs.

So.... I drove to Devil Dog Road near Williams.

It's an exit just off of Interstate 40. Camping is available in the shaded pines just south of the interstate. The area north of the interstate is mostly a cow field. Otter, a nomad friend, was camped there in his bus, so I camped nearby.

This means that I'll be traveling in the minivan back to Havasu for a few weeks until the heat dissipates.

In other news, I brought this beastly beast home to the RV on Devil Dog Road.

Bandita....Deeter...Deets....Goober

She actually comes to Deeter, but she looks like a Goober.

She's Chihuahua, daughter of the great Bandit, who twice fell off the garage roof and survived, and Pinky, the puppy-mother who allowed Buena to protect and guard the babies.

So far, Buena and Deeter are getting along. When Buena is done playing, she lets Deeter know, and Deeter backs away.

Poor Buena is now almost blind, so Deeter will (hopefully) be her seeing-eye dog.

Sooooo....Devil Dog Road started feeling creepy. I can't explain it. Something about the constant hum of traffic on that big hill on the west side of Williams started to get to me. I'd hear an occasional engine struggle up the hill. One night a tire popped. Or maybe it was a backfire. It woke me from sleep and started me thinking about all the accidents on that hill.

I didn't write about it at the time, but there was a really bad accident on that hill this winter that really impacted me. One of these days, I'll write about it. It was a period of 24 hours where the Lord protected me from three really bad things: two serious accidents and freezing to death.

So...thinking about that hill raised my travel anxieties up a notch. (Yeah...weird right? Pyra has travel anxieties. Makes no sense to me either.) I didn't need these travel anxieties, especially with my new job. One day a week I deliver electronic equipment between Havasu and Santa Barbara, a trip of 800 miles. The pay is good, and it's all I have right now, so I gotta do what pays the bills. It's that and my teaching.

Once Otter left Devil Dog Road, I didn't want to be there. Not alone. And I certainly didn't want to leave the motorhome up there unprotected for two days at a time while I went back to Havasu to work.

Time to move.

I'm currently back at the YabbaDabbaDoo campground. That's not its real name, but it's what I call it. It's a vintage Flintstone's themed campground on the way to the Grand Canyon.