Snow, Snow, Snow.\
Well, as I was thinking yesterday, today should be the day of reckoning – or at least the day of truck repairs. But, of course, there IS an inch of snow on the ground!!
Okay, the mechanic was expected to be there around 6:30, so I’ll have breakfast and go down there around 8:00 to see what’s happening. Well, I didn’t quite make it to 8:00, as was anxious to get moving. I’m still thinking 3:00 p.m., 2:00 if I’m lucky.
I get down there – no mechanic yet. Should be here any time. Meanwhile, the shop owner comes in and hands me a McDonald’s breakfast burrito, and says he can at least feed me. Sorry McDonald’s – or you McDonald’s fans out there - but this isn’t exactly what I’d call “feeding”.
Lo and behold, a few minutes later, the mechanic shows up. And he actually looks and acts like he knows what he’s doing. This is a good sign. Of course, he tells me the same thing – that the pump repair is an all-day job. Okay, so I may not get out of here today after all.
BUT, this guy wants to check out some other things, because he’s not convinced the pump is bad. He asks me what happened, checks with the other guys, and goes to work. Well, once again, no need for me to hang around, so back to the trailer I go.
Again, about 45 minutes later, I get a knock on the door, and it’s the guy from the shop. Yesterday, the news wasn’t exactly enlightening when he came to the door, so I was bracing myself for the inevitable.
“I told you I’d get you out of here today”, the guy says. “It’s done”. IT’S DONE!!! You mean REALLY DONE?? Yep. The mechanic found a couple of items that were preventing fuel from going through the pump. The pump did not need to be replaced. The truck has been test driven, and it’s ready to roll. Hot dam__.
So, by now, it’s around 9:15 – 9:30. We go down there, the truck is running, we top off the fuel tank, I pay the #%%^%^$#W bill, and away I go. First to the local truck stop to learn of any reports on the road. Not too bad, till you get to Jackpot. Then I get back to the trailer park and my neighbor – also a 5th wheeler – is getting ready to leave. He was headed up 93 also, had checked with the road report and 93 was clear. Works for me.
So, not wasting any time, the trailer gets hitched, I make a quick snow angel for Terri (just had to throw that in), take a quick picture or two of the snow on the ground and the icycles hanging from the trailer, say my goodbyes to the parents of the other “Stephen”, and away I go.
It’s 10:00 a.m., and I’m a happy camper – maybe a little nervous with what lies ahead, but happy nonetheless …………….