With my newfound family we couldn’t make it south to the Thanksgiving event due to my work but we thought, hey, let’s try for a different weekend to at least finally get down there and meet my little brother, my grandma, and anybody else who might be nearby.
Well, it didn’t quite work out that way…
On the way down, nice and close to Mason City, IA, the battery light on the van came on. Redflare frantically started searching through the manual to see what that might mean as I kept on the interstate.
Slowly things started failing.
GPS power (lighter port).
We coasted our way up an exit ramp that fortunately had a light at the top of it.
Tired, stranded, it wasn’t a fun evening.
How, after all, do you fit _seven_ people into a tow truck, for instance?
Arranging with our insurance for a free tow, Redflare had the foresight to pack some emergency hard currency which was able to fund a taxi ride for everybody.
Superman stayed with me as the taxi and tow truck arrived at the same time.
Police stopped by to check on things too.
The next morning, after staying overnight in a hotel, was filled with me frantically finding someplace open on a Saturday morning that could take the van. Once confirmed, I arranged for another tow and we lost most of the day to an expensive repair of the alternator.
There was then the question: do we go home or continue? Redflare advised that since we were out this far we may as well finish and head back home Sunday like we originally planned, so South we continued.