If I Had Only Known

. . . what our next adventure would be.

Katie left the campground, then Bart did, and we followed behind.

Don put the pedal to the metal . . . and Willie died.  Oh dear, not that again.  He reset the transmission and tried again.  Fifteen feet later, same issue.  We tried one more time, and when Willie died before we even made it out of the campground, we knew we had a problem.

We were able to make it to a turnout and immediately began trying to figure out how to get towed.  We ate at the Sunrise Cafe while we were waiting for our tow truck, and at 5:30, in he rolled.  Within 20 minutes, Willie was loaded and ready to go.

Watch it, Don.  That's a big step down!

On the advice of the people who are going to look at Willie Monday, we are now parked at the Cabela's parking lot.  Apparently, many others have the same idea, including two separate groups who are travel bloggers.  I can't wait to read their work!  One of them has been full-timing for 7 years and has written a book for National Geographic - and they are youngsters - certainly not old-timers like us.

Anyway, we are getting used to boondocking in parking lots.  And now we are strategizing how we are going to get home :(