Instead, we got to ride in a tow truck.
|Six in the back, two in the front (plus the tow truck driver)!|
About 85 miles into Montana, the gas pedal on the Suburban stopped responding. We limped along until we could pull off of the freeway and found ourselves waiting for the tow truck on this pretty roadside meadow. The kids were super good, playing and eating their sack lunches. The temperature was lovely, so besides the fact that we now had an expensive fuel pump repair bill ahead and we were missing our field trip, things could have been much worse.
Two hours later, we piled in and drove the 25-30 miles into town. Mercifully, the rain waited until we were in the cab of the truck! The rain waited, but the baby could not. Let's just say, I needed about fifteen baby wipes to clean up her diaper (and my lap)!
|Ample room in the car being towed!|
We turned around and camped for a night in a very pretty little spot. By this time, we were glad for a more family friendly location.
A nice fire, relief at having gotten this far without further car troubles, and the peaceful campsite was welcomed. What is it about a forest that so quickly calms my nerves?
|Playing in the creek.|
|It takes teamwork to keep this little one happy.|
|Centuries old cottonwood tree.|
|For the fairies.|
|I'm goin' fishin'!|
The next day, we packed up, said a heartfelt prayer, and headed out to finish our journey. We made it home, unpacked the car and took it immediately to the mechanic to finish the work started in Montana.
It turned out to be a very expensive field trip, but there were many things for which to be grateful: no one was injured, we have roadside assistance through our insurance, the weather was nice, the kids were great, we had food, the mechanical trouble is repairable, we made it home safely.
And now we can all say we've taken a ride in a tow truck!