We got that early start, for all the good it did us. About 6 miles west of Casper that same something popped under the bonnet again and we found ourselves parked along the side of the road, again. Mike called Ford, and after some back and forth they sent the tech out to meet us to try to fix the problem again. When he got there he knew exactly what the problem was and climbed up on the engine to fix it – a clamp came loose and the hose slid off as a result. It took a few minutes for him to tighten it back down and then we were on our way with him following us. We didn’t get more than a few hundred feet before there was a noise, not a popping but a leaking of air, so we pulled over again. This time he replaced the boot that apparently had oil on it and that was why it was slipping (couldn’t they have replaced that yesterday?). Anyway, we got going again, with him following us for a few miles, and we didn’t have anymore problems. I was hoping he was going to follow us to Utah but no such luck. It was ok though as we drove all the way to Coalville, just east of Salt Lake City, and didn’t have any more issues. I think if he hadn’t fixed it properly we would have known by now as we have been up and down mountains the whole drive and the truck just seemed to take it all in her stride. I have to admit though that every time we climbed in elevation and she started making the noises that she makes, I was just waiting for the pop to come. But it didn’t, and now we are here in Coalville in a nice little park that has the weirdest space layout I’ve ever seen; the pads for us to park on are crescent shaped but Mike got in without any problems. We don’t have any water here, I guess they don’t turn it on until later in the season when it warms up; I don’t think it’s going to be that cold tonight, maybe freezing, but a storm is on it’s way – I hope we are out of here before it hits.

Mike: Holding our breath all day wears you out!