Part Three: Cooling system collapse
Another fine desert scene for me to burn into my brain. It’s OK though. I’m getting used to it. The heat feels good to my bones and joints and I don’t have to use my hair dryer in the morning any more…oh yeah, getting off the subject….
When we saw the copious amounts of anti freeze and water shooting out of the hose just beneath our bed, we decided it was time to call someone…again.
Since we were truly stranded on the side of the road in the desert this time, we called our insurance. After an hour or so on the phone, they arranged for a tow truck. We sat on the side of the road, in a safe place, looking at scrub brush and sand for four hours. Finally the monster tow truck arrived. Then it took two hours for him to get the RV hooked up. He towed us to the next KOA in Seligman, AZ. Then it took him another two hours to unhook it. What a process.
There’s a great irony in all of this: The tow truck came from the very repair shop we just left back in Kingman. It is the only one that can do this sort of job. And that same repair shop is the only one that can get the hose we will need to fix this new problem. Seventy five miles away.
OK. Are the gods playing games with us? Or testing us? Whatever. I say, “Bring it on!”
We ordered the part, arranged to drive the car back tomorrow to pick it up, lined up a mobile mechanic here in Seligman to install it and sat back on our couch, wondering if we will ever see the Grand Canyon. Hero’s journeys are like this–trial after trial, with just enough bliss thrown in to keep us motivated. Then one day you simply arrive, and begin again.
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