June 28: AKA the Day Nothing Went as Planned

Got up with the sun (because that's what time you get up when you're sleeping in a tent, whether or not you want to) and packed up our stuff. We made it about an hour before breaking down.

So I called Triple A, they said they'd send a tow truck, and we waited. 

And waited some more. Then called again, and were told that the truck was on it's way. So we waited.

I was given the truck driver's number, and called him to see if maybe I could talk him through where to find us.

We sat alongside 160 East for three and a half hours, before our tow truck driver finally found us. Apparently he'd been given the wrong address by Triple A? And then Google Maps couldn't find our actual address. He ended up driving a looooong ways north, then having to come back almost 45 minutes until he could get cell service to call his dispatcher and figure out what was going on. 

At approximately 2 pm, Mr. Jeff the tow truck driver hooked us up and hauled us into Durango, CO to the shop he works for.

Apparently, it's a fuel pump issue. Which is fun, because the fuel pump was just replaced a few months ago.

The earliest they can get the parts is tomorrow. So for tonight, we're in a hotel, hoping we get the call saying repairs are done tomorrow before we have to check out at 11 tomorrow morning.

So then we decided, "Hey, we're stuck here, why not get pizza?"

I asked Google for pizza places near my location, and it said there was a dominoes within a mile. Nice! So we don't even have to pay for delivery, we can just walk down and get it!\

Long story short: Google lied. It was two miles away. So we were late getting there to pick it up, and by the time we walked the two miles back to the hotel, it was cold. *sigh* Oh well.

And on top of that, the advertised "free wi-fi" is down. So no Netflix for me. And I left my book in the van at the repair shop....

Well, looks like it's an early bedtime!