Ah yes, here we were:
The Westy stuck on the side of the road in Daisy, Arkansas.
The thing about emergency roadside service: when you call them for a tow, they need to know to where you want to be towed. “Um, the crack VW mechanic in Daisy Arkansas, who specializes in 1987 watercooled Vanagons, please.”
“What? There ARE no VW mechanics in Daisy? Excuse me? In all of southwestern Arkansas?”
We’ve been through this before. We are not waiting for some guy in Daisy, Arkansas to order a new starter for a 1987 Westy, while we wait in the Daisy Motel 6, going barking mad. We were lucky enough to find the magical genius Rubén in Nogales, Arizona last time:
Hey, Westy’s an old girl. She’s tired. She’s been hauling us around the country for 7½ years, 127,000 miles, and 48 states. The very least we can do is give her a ride home.
So now we're just towing our bedroom around. Very civilized. Camping’s never been so luxurious.
Except THIS time, we’ve got this truck in front of us:
Staring at The Country Hen Man is NOT the worst way to sit through traffic:
So do the amazing and glorious Mom and Dad, who, when we arrive at their house, welcome us with open
although it's home.
And not THIS home,
although IT's home.