According to the experts at Hillcrest Manor, campers nowadays have a little hatch on the outside just for things like turning on the propane fridge. Well, I’m not about to start slicing into the skin of a 50-year-old tin can, so after deciding that “genug ist genug,” I threw up my hands--holding them there a beat, for the sake of drama--and decided to just go ahead and install a nice, cheap, efficient mini-fridge from the Evil Empire (Wal-Mart.)
I found one that fits perfectly—after installing a little shelf--into the closet. I don’t imagine I’ll need to hang any full-length garments on this trip so I lost that option with impunity. As for the original icebox? I gave it the Krylon Makeover inside and out and slipped it right back into its slot. It has a shelf where one would have placed the big block of ice so it will henceforth be another little clothes closet. Like Marilyn, I shall keep my undies in the icebox.
I suppose I’ll have to toss the Beluga on the way to Death Valley, but dems da brakes.