The long-awaited family vacation began yesterday. A decent first day of driving took us to a rest area just outside Yreka, California. And then we hit what you might call a snag.
If, by “snag,” you mean a piston through the block. That’s right, the Westy has a blown engine, we’re in a hotel in Yreka and we’re going to be continuing south tomorrow in a rental car the size of a kleenex box, with roughly the same amount of horsepower. Now we’re heading out to dinner… if by “dinner,” you mean margaritas.
It’s been quite a birthday.