Stuck

Stuck.

It's the word on Sesame Street today.

My kids are watching it here from the hotel.

A different hotel from the last post.

First breakdown:
Here's the story on that.
And here are some pictures of that:

The kids' favorite thing at the first hotel was the phones.  There were 2 and they could talk to each other.

Second breakdown:

We got loaded into our car with the new radiator yesterday morning and headed back on our trip back home.  But about 45 minutes into the trip, Weston leaned forward with a worried look on his face.  

"What's wrong?" I asked.  

"We're overheating again."

We broke down AGAIN!

Something with the hoses this time.

A cop came along and PUSHED us up the hill.

 The kids thought it was awesome.

 We cruised down hill to the Flying J.  The ONLY thing at that exit.

We were there for SIX hours trying to find a tow truck that could take all 7 of us to the next town where there was a mechanic.  We tried to entertain ourselves.  There was nothing around us but big rigs and cars and rocks.  No shade, no grass.  The kids did fairly well, considering the circumstances.

One tow truck came, but would not take us because he wouldn't let us double buckle our kids or hold them on our laps because of his insurance.  

So we waited for 3 more hours in the heat at that place to find another one.

We got a guy that towed a van to us and then switched it with our suburban, so that we could drive the van to his mechanic shop.

Weston was on the phone A LOT.

The kids loved the van and tried to think of reasons that we should get one.

We stayed the night here in Burley.

As I was writing this, Weston called and said that the car was done.
We are actually just checking out of the hotel now.

Cross your fingers that we don't break down again.

Weston adds, "If you're going to break down do it in Brigham City and not Burley.  The mechanic was terrible."

And we pretty much went over our budget for this trip by 5x.

But we won't forget it.  Not for a while anyway.