Or, in an attempt to take a more positive spin on things, an extreme bonding opportunity for H and me, as well as a valuable lesson on the goodness of others. This trip was the beginning of the physical move from Denver to Phoenix…we bought a 24 foot trailer to help us in this transitional period of our lives and were en route to Phoenix with a full load. After a disheartening first round with a buyer that ended under a suspiciously questionable dark cloud, we are back on the market with new agents and a new listing, and hopefully a new lease on the future sale of our beloved CO home.
Back to the road trip. Long story short, we hit Albuequerque in great time. The blessing is that all of our troubles began and ended in ABQ. First it was 3 blown fuses on the trailer lights. Two hours later, after googling a trailer repair shop and experiencing some very nice folks, we were back on the road. Just as we were heading out of ABQ, we heard a loud, percussive BOOM. It wasn’t a blown tire…so we weren’t sure what it could have been. After a frustrating 45 minutes on the phone with AAA (we are finally cancelling that worthless membership), we decided to limp our way back into town to the nearest Ford Dealer. Great people. Friendly and, most importantly, honest. Apparently it was a blown hose in our turbo system. They had us on the road in an hour. So, as we are heading up the very same hill where the hose first blew, guess what. It blew again. Ford sent out a repair guy, who told us that the young (aka green) tech who had worked on it had not tightened the hose down. With much trepidation, we headed out for the third time. In the third time’s a charm department, we made it all the way to Phx. Whew. Except for the torrential downpour in Flagstaff at 2am, and the major road construction (yes during the flooding rains), we got safely home. And at 7 am, we got a wakeup call from the Ford Dealer calling to make sure that we had made it home safely. Okay…blessings everywhere. Just bone, dead tired.
Sep. 1, 2013
Judy Richter 