The Paradox

Driving up a big hill...the one west of Laughlin...I thought for sure I'd end up broken down on the side of the road. In my mind, I saw Frank and Brenda coming out to rescue me, while the RV was being towed to the dump heap.

None of that happened.

Instead, the brake light went off, and the engine suddenly ran in the normal temperature range.

I don't know why. It's probably the prayers of the saints keeping this engine running.

Faith and fumes.

I'm just south of Searchlight now. Buena wanted to get out of the RV. So did I. We walked for a bit in the sunshine. Getting on the road again as soon as I post this.