Has a variety of mods. Has on overdrive.

https://www.facebook.com/marketplace/item/378176780968170/

“1947 willys 4×4 with chevy 350 v8 runs and drives 3spd with overdrive 9k winch new tires asking 6200 obo”

That was a quick first half of 2022! It seems like it was just January…. Just this update today, as I will be busy installing some final trim on the guest house so the trim can be painted (see the bottom pics).

Our highlight from the Fourth was a short visit by Cowboy and Donna on their way from Illinois to the ocean. Cowboy accompanied Russ on our 2017 trip to Alaska and we’ve remained good friends since (as all the trip participants have). Somehow, I got no pics of the four of us!

However, to help them spot our place, I drove Patterson to the front of the property: It made for a couple good pics. 

Our lowlight from the Fourth was watching the dry hills a few miles to the south of us catch fire from idiots shooting illegal fireworks over the dry Horse Heaven Hills. I’d estimate the fire line was roughly 2 miles long. This morning, this section of the hills is black; thankfully, the fire(s) are extinguished.

On another note, I was surprised on the 3rd to see this CJ-3B sitting in our neighbor’s field across the road. This is the first time I’ve seen the 3B at their place. They were shooting at something, presumably marmots. I’ll find out more about the jeep when I next see them:

Finally, Ann decided it was time to paint the guest house, so I’ve been enlisted to finish up the exterior window trim (for some reason this was never completed). Here’s a before look at the rather bland colors:

Here, the red color is mostly completed, giving it much more of a “barn” feel. The dark blue will be replaced with white.

My new fuel pump arrived for Patterson, so I tossed the old one (which was a glass bowled hand-me-down from Chris McKay back in 2017) and installed the new one. Of course, the new one didn’t work. So, I did the usual over a period of a few days:

I checked the lines, I recheck the lines. I rechecked the rechecked lines.
I checked the clamps on the line. I installed different clamps.
I checked the cam for a groove or signs of it being worn (none that I could feel),
I reinstalled the electric pump to double check the lines and to check there was enough gas (there was and it worked).
I pulled the new pump and hand pumped it with some gas in a container (to prime it). It pumped by hand fine. I reinstalled the new pump, but no luck.

So, I pulled the old pump out of the trash (which had worked fine until late last year), reattached the fittings, and hand pumped some gas out of a small container (that worked).

With the old pump primed, I reattached it. The pump is now working.

That was a lot of work for little progress!!

There won’t be any updates until Monday morning. Today and tomorrow are the estate sale. And, of course, it poured all day on Friday and into this morning until about 4am. So, we decided to section off half the shop with tarps. Thankfully, we’ve had some family help. Meanwhile, the stuff we did pull outside is covered in tarps and popups. There is little doubt Ann and I are questioning our decision to do this… we just hated throwing away or moving this stuff, once again.

Thankfully, the rain has stopped and skies are clearing, so it is time to get back outside. We need to be ready in two hours. Wish us luck!

Rob is hoping to find the following items for his CJ-2A. The closer to North Carolina the better, but he is willing to ship for the right items. Email him at rob @ humblerootslandscaping.com (remove spaces around the @ before emailing him). If you’d like him p#, comment below and I will email it to you.

1. A half (or possibly full) cab for a CJ-2A in good shape.
2. Some 1950s 10 spline hubs. He currently has later model Warn hubs, but hopes to find something earlier to better reflect the age of his CJ-2A. Examples of what he is looking for include Early Dualmatic (lever-type), Early Cutlas, Early Warn, Free-Lock, Kelly, or Husky hubs  are what he is hoping to find.
3. Finally, he’d love to get a Capstan winch (complete setup), but understands how rare such an item is.

Ann and Zollie

On Tuesday, we lost internet for the entire day, so I just took the day off the computer.

Well, that was part of the reason. The other part was that on Monday it rained all day, so Ann, the dogs, and I enjoyed some quiet time listening to the rain. It was a good day to decompress.

However, our 13-year-old elderly dog Zollie did not enjoy it quite as much. He struggled on and off most of the day, coughing and spitting up some phlegm. Despite his medication, his failing heart seemed to be failing a little more than usual. Eventually, we went to the animal hospital, hoping that whatever Zollie was fighting was something that could be cleared up, but it was not to be. While his will and attitude were very much intact, his body was failing him. He had life left in him, but he’d be in pain and uncomfortable. So, we held him as he was put to sleep…

In 2010, before I entered Ann’s life, she was living in Omaha and on her own after her ex bf chose to date their babysitter (awkward). Between her already existing PTSD and that tumultuous event, she decided to get a PTSD service dog.

She had always been a big-dog type of girl, but her lingering injuries meant she could only handle a small dog. After searching, she found herself at a Humane Society kennel where she spotted a tiny dog with a big attitude, a foo-foo shitzu-pomeranian mix, exactly the kind of dog she never thought she’d own. The precocious little pup was keeping the rest of the other dogs in the kennel under control and at bay. She liked his toughness and confident attitude, so she took him home.

Zollie at Four Corners. He was always patient with his Momma’s photography.

Her new dog’s role was to help calm her when she she felt her anxieties building. So, she named him after a drug with a similar purpose: Zoloft; but altered it slightly to Zollie.

When I entered the picture in 2011, Zollie was already a well-trained and well-behaved little dog. He could sit through a movie at a movie theatre without making a peep. He could fetch her inhaler on command. If you made the whistle sound of a bomb falling he would duck under the nearest chair (one of Ann’s favorite tricks and a reflection of her sometimes-sick humor). He was so well mannered that you could put him in the front yard and he wouldn’t wander away, even if dogs walked past the yard. He travelled well and rarely complained.

Zollie, Ann and I going camping in 2014. He really didn’t like camping (dirt, fires, slick camper floors …)

I wasn’t all that interested in having a dog when I met Ann. And, she warned me that Zollie hadn’t liked her last boyfriend. So, I think we were both surprised when Zollie and I bonded right away. Though he could be a little jealous when Ann and I kissed, he seemed very supportive of our relationship.

Zollie was a “pretty” dog, often mistaken for a female. The natural shape of his mouth always made it seemed like he was smiling whenever he opened it. He also had a very precise sense of time [by the end of his life, he seemed to know exactly when 6am (food and meds), 2pm (meds), 5pm (dinner), and 8pm (meds) was and he kept us on track by sitting in the kitchen and grunting when it was those times].

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Barry discovered that there was a variant of the “4-in-1 Jeep” campaign that used the term “4-Purpose Jeep”. It appears the term only appeared in newspaper ads (I have not extensively confirmed this). Here are some examples.

From the May 19, 1946, issue of the Beatrice Daily Sun Newspaper (Beatrice, Nebraska):

From the June 12, 1946, Issue of the South Alabamian (Jackson, Alabama):

From the May 12, 1948, issue of the Belleville News-Democrat (Belleville, Illinois):

From the May 03, 1951, issue of the Valentine Newspaper (Valentine, Nebraska):

Ann and I spent yesterday moving more stuff from Mom’s place to our place. We have one more load to go, so we will be back there around the 12th. Mom’s place goes up for sale on April 15th and, most likely, will sell within a week. Hopefully, the sale of the property marks the ending of a transformative three years that began with Dad’s passing in 2019. Even without a pandemic this would have been a strange time for us, but add that and other external happenings and it’s been a crazy few years!

Speaking of changes, we have a couple contractors coming this morning to bid on a couple projects, so no updates today. There will be updates Wednesday.