Saturday morning we headed to Flagstaff for the Celtic Festival. It was okay, but my husband was bored. We stayed a couple of hours, did some shopping and then headed out to shop. We hit up Sam's Club, Saver's, and Joann's, then headed home to camp where our dogs were waiting for us. We grilled burgers and had more quiet time and watching the rain go by.
Sunday morning we got up and had a big breakfast and then my sister and BIL started packing up and left around 11 am. Their plan was to go to Flying J in Belmont which was 15 or so miles East. They ran out of gas on the way and called us, we were heading to Flagstaff but went back to camp for the gas can. They didn't make it to the gas station and when it did run, it wouldn't get gas nor go very fast. We spent the bigger part of the day there and went into Flagstaff for an electric fuel pump. Got back to the MH and rigged it in, and it still wouldn't work. Steve found one already underneath, they messed with stuff :) and got back on the road of which it broke down repeatedly. Finally they thought they had it and headed down the old road towards home. It made it just past Williams when it broke down again. By this time it was getting dark, we had just sat down at Denny's to eat. We drank our tea, paid our bill, and drove to them where they were broke down again. Got it running yet again and they got as far as Seligman when it died again and they rolled into the KOA to sit for the night.
Monday morning: we get up early to pack up and head home and take tools to them. We try to back the motor home out and the dirt is soft. He pulls forward a bit, and buries the nose of the motor home. We tried the jacks to raise it up, and got it a bit but the wood under the jacks just sank. We gave up and called for a tow truck.
Our rescuer!
Hooked up and dragged out. Steve says it could have done it with our brakes on :)
That is the end of that adventure! I'll add some shots at the festival in the next post.
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