Flagstaff
The head gasket is okay! The water pump, however, not so much. The helpful gentlemen at Babbitt Ford checked out the car, and aside from fixing the pump, everything was okay. We took the car and towed Shorty up and over the San Francisco mountains (6% grade) to see if it threw up again. It didn’t. Life is good. So in the morning, we get up and tackle the Grand Canyon.
Flagstaff is a pretty nice place. There’s worse places to spend a few unexpected days. Hanging out here, Roy and I realized we started this trip with the notion of hitting this long list of places, seeing people we hadn’t seen in ages, but losing the car for a few days made us realize that this trip isn’t for anybody but us. It would be nice to hit all these places, see all these people we love and miss, but this isn’t for them. So. We may wind up making it all the way across the country…we may not. Either way is fine.
Next step: find the closest Waffle House. It’s been way too long since my last fix of scattered, smothered, and covered.
That’s the spirit!