In which the jeep shit the bed. Tuesday, I got the jeep from the mechanic for a mere $500 (*gag*) and was on the road by two. I drove 460 miles or so to Burley, Idaho – the jeep drove perfectly the whole day – and on the third try I finally found a motel […]

In which I’m sitting here waiting. I just spoke with the mechanic. He says he hopes to have me “back on the road by noon. Earlier, if we can manage it.” Check-out at the motel is eleven; if I’m very lucky they’ll let me stay an extra hour so I don’t have to wait in […]

In which who the hell knows with these late model vehicles. My alarm went off at the ass-crack of dawn: seven in the morning. I’d been up ’til one, so I hit snooze twice. When my brain quit throbbing, I rolled out of bed and was about to shower when I realized I don’t have […]

In which my Sunday trapped in Rawlins is turning out to be pretty neat, really. Standing in the motel’s parking lot, I can see a lot of nothing. Some blacktop roads – the one out front is five lanes and dumps onto I-80, but for all its size is lightly traveled – some businesses of […]

In which the jeep died. Yeah, so, I was coming down a fairly steep grade, see, surrounded by big rigs and the wind blowing like crazy, and suddenly the jeep started coughing. Really hard. THUMP! THUMP! It was like it was trying to jump into overdrive but not making it. I slowed down from 75 […]