More excitement....drumroll please!

 

We took a trip to Coco Plum beach with a friend of ours the other day. We spent a couple hours running the dog ragged with the ball, then packed it up for our trip home. What we hadn't expected was for our trip home to consist of a ride in a tow truck.

It would appear that the starter is shot. Dave thinks there's a chance it might be lodged in the carburetor. We're keeping our fingers crossed that's not the case. Oh the fun!

The harbor manager here, Richard (more affectionately referred to cruisers as Dick) is a real gem. With no clear cut rules on what is or is not aloud, things tend to move based on this momentary mood. Which is usually sour. If we would have towed the truck into the harbor parking lot, we imagine he would have come roaring outside demanding to put it somewhere else. So we had it dropped off next door and with the help of some friends out here, managed to get it into the harbor under the cover of darkness.

 

Send good thoughts our way that the repairs on the truck won't run us the price of a first child - all we have to bargain with is the dog, and we probably can't get as much for her.