Grand Adventures

For those who haven’t heard, me and Jay have taken our summer adventures south for the summer. Surviving in the heat of Moab is Jay idea, considering he has a job guiding hummer, canyoneering, and ATV tours.
Our adventures started as soon as we began to pack up our belongings in Logan, not only was there (what seemed to be) a flash flood during our packing event, but both the Suburban and Jeep decided to break. Having to delay our voyage till Monday the 3rd of May, we had to be out of our rental home on Sunday the 2nd. We stayed in our new home (1970’s camper trailor) in the drive way of our old home, in the rain. Come Monday, we got the Burb and the Jeep fixed we headed on the road to the red rock desert. Jay and Jezabell traveled in the Burb pulling the trailor, and me and Conan in the Jeep following behind. Three hours into the drive we pulled off into Springville, UT to see why the Burb was making such funny noises. We had an auto-mechanic look to see if he could see anything, but he head nodded that we would be just fine and to go on our way. So as we headed through Price canyon, Conan (100 pound shepherd) started to cry and insisted he sit in my lap with me while I drive, I called Jay and asked to pull over next shoulder he spotted. As soon as Jay began to hit the break there came a loud pop from under the car, and it shifted into neutral. Pulling over I let Conan out who became frantic with all the semis passing buy. As soon as jay opened the driver side door to inspect what had happened Conan jumped over his lap to be with his mom, even though there was no room. Jay began to release a small bit of gas, while I observed underneath the car. Then there was another pop and a flood of oil came spewing out from underneath. Screaming and panic telling Jay to stop, I knew it was not meant to be, for us to make it to Moab. God was sending us yet another sign. Bart and Sandra helped us get the info needed to contact a shop in Price, located about 30 miles south down the canyon. We were rescued by a bat-out-of- hell, surely one that Satan had sent. He towed the Burb on top and pulled the trailor. Jay then taking control of the Jeep trying not lose him at 80 mph. Taking sharp corners, we shared the idea that the Jeep might have to be towed as well when we roll it. Making it to Price in the evening, we spent the night in the junkyard, that was next to the shop were the Burb was being operated on. The following day we took a nap in the church lawn, toured the Wal-mart, and observed the dollar store. Finishing at our fine stay in Price, the Burb had been mended and returned and we finished our way to Moab.
(Thank you Bart and Sandra you have helped tremendously, more than you will ever know)
Soon to come stories: battle between two elderly women and there rats (terriers) Vs Kelsey, Jess, two shepherds and two huskies, refereed by: the Dog catcher. Also: Part-time Model (that’s for you Steph)