Spent the entire morning & afternoon on the phone trying to get a tow truck.
They aren't easy to get for motorhomes.
They finally found one, but it was too$$$
They said they'd $plit the co$t.
I told them I'd try to find a closer mechanic instead.
I did. :-)
He even came to me!!
Yay.
But Ellie pretended not to be sick!! ARGH! Blasted Motorhome, acts just like a sick dog going to a vet!!
Grrrrrrrumble.
So Mr Mechanic tells me that he'll come out at 7:30am, loaded with transmission fluids. We'll fill Ellie up & drive her to his shop. He'll follow me. He says it's weird what she's doing, but he thinks it's a gasket, which entails taking out the $#$$ Transmission. Grrrrrumble. But I'm really glad I found him!!! Well actually, he was one of the guys that the park suggested. He said it won't leak unless the transmission gets hot, so it should be ok to drive it there to get it to heat up for better assessing.
So when he left, I hiked down to the lake to sit on a bench to enjoy the lake for a little while.
Then I came back, ate dinner, fed the dogs. And had a wonderful frozen sangria from my freezer. Yum!
I'm sitting outside trying to compose this, but must move indoors. I'm being attacked.
Ahhhh, Rving in the south!
Bye ya'll.
~As always, be kind to your pets, clean up after them on your travels & respect your neighbor~
