
We had hotel points we had to use or loose by next Monday (December 15). We had taken the car in for its scheduled maintenance the Monday before Thanksgiving, only to learn we needed new tires... with our first winter storm of the season on its way. The shop was skeleton crew for the week, due to Thanksgiving, and getting our car back in time for my Christmas present to Lizard (and his Christmas present to me) was on the line.

our most recent trip to Moab, in 2019
We could take the (1995) truck, but we'd taken it for its scheduled maintenance a couple months earlier, and the shop had injected dye they wanted us to burn off in 300 miles so they could see where a leak was originating. The possibility of head gasket replacement kept us from driving the truck too far from home until the week of Thanksgiving, while the car was in the shop. The truck seemed to be running okay; my son, the auto mechanic of my immediate family, assured me it would emit white smoke from the exhaust pipe if it truly did need a new head gasket. (8 December update: It is indeed the head gasket, darn it.) Nevertheless, driving the truck to Moab seemed a bit risky... Actually, it was unthinkable.

Two days before our westward trek, we exchanged the car for the truck. The car had new tires, we had our first snow of the season (a skimpy dusting), roads were a nightmare, and we had traction!!!

The mountain pass forecast for Day 1 of our journey did not look promising at all to this now-whimpy driver who hasn't navigated rush hour traffic in a year and a half and hasn't done any long highway driving for more than five years. I decided to make use of the solar road plow the day before we were scheduled to leave. Our adventure gained an extra day!

















































