Not a pretty sight is it.
It happened. We've been so fortunate on this journey, it was bound to happen sometime.
We were on our way to Death Valley National Park. I had been saying for weeks how the name just scared me. There was a reason......
For such a crappy thing to happen it couldn't have been at a better time really. We were just pulling into Lone Pine, the last town before venturing into "Death". We had stopped at a little corner produce stand to buy local veggies when WHAM....problems. Shifting problems= no good.
Jason tried everything that night, changing the oil, the transmission oil and filter but it was a no go. "The Grasshopper" needed a rest. We decided to take advantage of our free 100 mile towing from AAA (one of the best purchases before leaving home) and came back to Bishop, CA. We spent over a week here before and loved it and thought if we were going to be stuck, why not be in a cool town we could enjoy. No brainer right?
The transmission is blown. (SOB again.)
We are at a great mechanics, Jim Allen, and he is letting us "live" at his garage and even plug in. We are filling our time with *lots of walks around town, hanging in the coffee shop to have interent access, hitchhiking to the boulders to rock climb, playing at the park, watching movies and enjoying the sight of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.
We hope to be out on the road again by the end of the week (cross your fingers) heading east to Colorado via Red Rocks (Las Vegas area) and Zion. There is a possibility of us working on an organic farm outside of Grand Junction for a bit. You all know the big smile that appears on my face at the thought of that.
--- "They crowned are as the locusts, and thy captains as the great grasshoppers, which camp in the hedges in the cold day, but when the sun arises they flee away, and their place is not known where they are."