Road Trip to Dubuque

Julia came back from her early morning workout (4:50 a.m.) full of ambition, as I lazily sipped my cup of coffee. "Let's go somewhere," she suggested.

The weather forecast for home was not promising.  It was supposed to rain most of the day.  In fact, while we were gone, there was significant hail denting cars and rooftops (not ours).

As regular readers of my blog know, we are fans of the Mississippi River and surrounding bluffs.  With the weather front moving northwest, the skies of Dubuque,Iowa would be rain-free by noon.  For this trip, we retrieved Callie's soft-sided, portable kennel and all climbed into Julia's Subaru.  

Ninety minutes later, we crossed into Iowa.  

Quick story:  When my father was a young boy, he decided that he wanted to leave Cedar Rapids, Iowa and sneaked on to a train west.  He got as far as Dubuque before being discovered.  His father (my grandfather) was not pleased.

 As soon as we descended from the Mississippi River bridge, we took the first exit and backtracked to one of Dubuque's riverside parks, which includes a municipal campground.  I haven't stayed there before, but $15 seems like a fair price for a "no electric" site on the river.

Site 56

From the park, there was a paved walking trail with nice views and sitting benches.

Callie letting me know it was time for more walking

We followed the trail along the back bay behind the old Greyhound Park (now a casino).  

 

When the track first opened in 1985, I attended one of the first races.  I was disappointed to learn that the dogs often knock each other down.  I was never a big gambler, but even making a $2 bet on a dog that gets knocked down on the first turn isn't very satisfying.  Wisconsin's dog tracks didn't last very long before going out of business.  Dubuque's track was in operation from 1985 until last year.  

From the river, we could see a lookout way up on the bluffs on the north end of Dubuque.  After consulting a map, we learned that there was a city park on top of the bluff and drove off to find it.  Eagle Point park has an admission fee of $1, and there is a sign on the booth, "Everybody pays."  There was no one there to collect the fee or donation box, so we headed up.

I would have gladly paid $1.  The views were spectacular.

Later, we drove through the Dubuque Arboretum and Botanical Garden.  We drove through some neighborhoods, checking out a new 55+ community going in.  And we had to check out the pickleball courts, which didn't seem too active. 

Before heading home, we enjoyed a meal at 7 Hills Brewing Company.  I can recommend the IPA.  I was tempted to try one of their imperial stouts, but Julia informed me that I would be driving home.

Anyone who says that Iowa is flatter than a pancake hasn't been to Dubuque.  It's a small city that we both look forward to exploring more.  

New-to-me truck update:  The local guy who owns a tow truck and service shop came yesterday morning, tried to start it, and gave me his preliminary diagnosis that it needed a new starter.  ("Click") He verified that the battery was good and ordered a new starter.  Before pushing it out of the shop, he tried to start it one more time, and it started right up.  

From that point, he couldn't get it not to start.  I picked it up and it started right up, and it has continued to start.  The woman at the front desk joked that my truck had a ghost.  I don't know what to think at this point but am hoping for the best.  At least I wasn't charged an arm and leg for the tow and nothing for the shop time. 

Replacement Tow Vehicle

While Julia hates the vehicle purchase process, I rather enjoy it.  

First, I made a plan.  I wanted a truck that was 2019 or newer and had less than 60,000 miles.  If it worked within my budget, I wanted to upgrade from my existing towing capacity and payload capacity.  I also wanted at least a six foot bed, so that I could camp in the back at some point with the purchase of a new or used topper.  

I didn't have any particular manufacturer in mind.  I considered and looked at the Nissan Titan, Toyota Tacoma and Tundra, Ford F150, Chevy Silverado, and Dodge Ram.  I stopped at about a dozen dealerships and talked to salesmen until I had a real good idea about the used market and what my trade-in was realistically worth  

I considered standard cab, king cab, and crew cab.  I liked the standard cab for the long bed feature, but I would have needed to buy a topper almost immediately because Julia was not going to ride shotgun with Callie.  The ideal would have been a king cab, but they just don't make as many of those anymore.  Selection was very limited.

I found a 2020 Nissan Titan in my price range with low miles, but realized after laying down in the back of the bed that it was too short to sleep in.

I nearly bought a 2019 Toyota Tundra with 60k miles on it, but it had these huge butt-ugly red splash decals all over both sides of the rear half of the vehicle and also red splashes inside the cab.

That would not have passed the Julia test.  The salesman didn't think the decals could be removed from the outside without damaging the paint but was going to look into it for me.  It had a Leer topper included that I liked a lot.  

In the end, I went with a 2020 Dodge Ram, Big Horn edition.  It had 39k miles.   I ended up getting 7k in trade for the Nissan and negotiated 5k off the asking price of the Dodge.  My new-to-me truck has more features and technology than I necessarily was looking for, but I have a feeling that is just the wave of the future.  

Closing the deal only required waking out of the dealership twice--once on the price of the Dodge and once on the price of the Nissan.  The thing about negotiating the best price is that you have to be willing to walk away from the deal.  The salesman and his manager tried to convince me that this was the truck of  my dreams.  I had to convince them that I was willing to drive the Nissan for 60k more miles if the transaction exceeded my budget.  As in all good negotiations, neither of us was totally happy with the final result.  But I could live with it.  

When I got home, the Toyota salesman emailed that they could get the decals off without damaging the paint.  The Tundra wasn't meant to be.