It's all over folks...

...for the meantime.

A friend that we met at Crater Lake saw our blog. I get a call at 11:30 at night from him asking what the problem was. He said "If I wasn't so drunk now, I'd drive right over!" Dave and I just looked at each other and smiled uncontrollably for a few minutes. This kind of thing doesn't happen to us? Are people really that nice that they would go a hundred miles out of their way (he was in Death Valley) for a friend they met only once? The answer is yes. There are people that lovely.

He turned up the next morning, a complete set of tools in the back of his truck. He got straight to work on the old girl. After a quick bite at In & Out Burger, we got back to work. He got it to run! We got to see the engine in all its glory as well. We took a turn around the block and just as we started to pick up speed, a cylinder blew. The engine is no more. It is a deceased engine. It is an ex-engine. We managed to get her back to the campsite and just managed to roll in front of the dump station. It was in great need of a dump! We managed to roll her a bit further to the campsite and here she remains.

We have spent today trying to find somewhere else to stay. Somewhere that will accept our poor disabled vehicle that doesn't cost the moon and the stars like this place does. One person would take us out of six. And they didn't have internet, which we need to sell her.

We are waiting on a quote to rebuild the engine... but I doubt it's going to be feasible. Now we are weighing up our options - do we go back to Vegas? How long do we try to sell it? Every day it costs us money to stay here, and every day that's less money we have to set up somewhere. We want to buy a van just to get us to Austin, but that is reliant on us selling Damon and getting a bit more money. No salvage yard wants to take it in the area either. It is a time for decisions with a couple that struggle to decide what to have for dinner or what to watch next on TV.

We are not giving up. Please don't get me wrong. We intend to come back to Kingman, back to this campsite and back to the space we're stuck in and start all over again. We shan't let the fuckers grind us down.

All suggestions welcome, donations heartily received!

When you seek adventure, expect to find it!