Well just when we thought the struggles were all behind us......
Yesterday morning when we were taking off I told Dw that I could smell gas. He thought it was just me. Last night when we pulled in the KOA the lady said to Dw, "Wow, sure can smell gas!" She then said, "I'd get it checked out if I were you."
So first thing this AM we went to the mechanics. They found a lose spark plug or something. We were on the road in about an hour. We got right on 70 heading East and about 5 miles up the road there was a huge explosion sound that about sent me over the edge. Dw pulled it over as fast as he could. I was trying to get out from under my blanket where I was sitting at the little dining table with Elijah, Elizabeth and Isaiah. I was thinking it just might burst into flames and I could not get out up fast enough to yank the kids out of their car seats.
Dw couldn't turn it over for anything. So we had to call the same mechanic who we had just paid to fix the spark plug to come back and tow it for us. We road in it as he towed it. I took some fun pictures, but am unable to download them at the moment, because my computer won't work, so I'm doing this from Graham's.
It has now been about 3-1/2 hours and they still can't find what's wrong with it. We are wondering what we should do. Vacation days are ticking away. We are in the middle of nowhere, 400 miles from home. We could drive our Expedition, but it's 400 miles away, and how to get there?
Really, I was unable to contain it anymore. I just got over sitting and bawling my eyes out. What do grown up old people do when they don't know what to do and God seems silent? We wish Dw's dad was still alive. He would give us an idea.
We are vascillating....just go home and forget the vacation. Go back to Denver (2 hours) and try to rent a van. Pray for us to have wisdom. We feel like ninnies for buying an RV that was 26 years old. What were we thinkin??