Oh Woe as it is, it came to pass that in September, year of our lord 2011, the mighty member of EcoJaunt, The Douglas, has died! In a parking lot it gave it's last limping start and took us to safety at our host's house in Omaha, NE.
...The plan starts with, of course, several calls to mechanics and knowledgeable next of kin in our circle. One Mechanic has the time to talk with me, his voice is in “ole codger” dialect on the phone and he has very little patience for questions from a mechanical novice. “Look! Your not going to do it that way, your going to do it the way I tell ya!” His advice is very good and I like his “don't give-a-damn customer service attitude.” After many tests and tinker tactics led by this man, we decide nothing can be done except to bring it in to someone. Immediately he tells/yells about not taking it to someone if I don't trust 'em. He goes on about calling the BBB to see if there are any complaints. My instinct is to trust him. He has helped me for quite some time over the phone, helping me with things he could have charged me for. Something in his brash way shows me his human care and kindness. I hear he has heart even over the phone. Still, the all knowing Google Maps has no reviews for his business and he is a bit abrasive and just slightly crazy.
Turkey tail mushrooms discovered at Kitson Dam area in Oregon
From the top of Skinners Butte in Eugene OR we jump and salute the flag after a fine meal.