Set out last Thursday to visit the grandkids, and, of course, youngest son (the Medic) and FDIL (favorite daughter in law). Made it 13 miles when the spark plug blew out of #1 cylinder. Should have known, bought the truck from an automotive school student. The good part was not having it happen in the middle of Wyoming along Interstate 80.
All fixed now, fresh oil change, new plugs, new distributor cap, and new rotor. The truck is running strong. Good tires, backed up with snow chains, and my winter survival gear is aboard. Plan to leave Thursday for a few days.
(Note to all burglars; the premise is still occupied by three adults and a mean dog. The two cats are not friendly, either)
Winter survival gear: Sleeping bag, foam pads, extra boots, extra clothes, the year around well stocked B.O.B., and food and water.
I’ve been accused of over thinking winter travel in Wyoming. Guilty as charged. I’ve been snowed on every month of the year in that state. My superstition is you will never need what you have with you, but you will need what you don’t have with you.
As my late maternal Grandfather was fond of saying, “I don’t care if you go naked, but take ALL your possibles.”
Light blogging and commenting after Wednesday unless I borrow a computer.