From Eugene, we are moving on to Portland, and as it’s only a two-hour drive, Ric leaves me to sleep in as long as I need. When I stir, around 11:00, he tells me that we are headed back to a repair shop at 2:00.
The engine warning is still showing up: ” Water in Fuel”.
So Portland may not be a go. Instead, I am packing a bag for an overnight in a hotel.
At noon, the camp manager drops by to see why we haven’t checked out. We forgot! Luckily no one is coming in behind us, so there’s no rush, but we hurry to get things underway.
At the Cummins shop, I wait in the customer’s lounge while Ric talks to the mechanic. Today should be a bed day for me. My legs don’t want to work, and I am so tired and sick. When Ric shows up again, he advises me that it should only be another hour and then we can get on our way. It’s now 3:30. We had cancelled the Portland stay.
“Can we go get a tea or something?”
I order an omelette as well, hoping it will slide down easy. When I awoke this morning, my tongue was on fire – not literally, but it sure felt like it. I need to get my mouth looked at.
“We can go on to Portland, as originally planned,” Ric suggests, ” or we can drive a bit further and cut down the time for the day after.”
“It’s already late in the day. Let’s just see if they still have room for us in Portland.”
So at 5:00 we are headed to Portland. The problem with the engine was a hose connector improperly installed. They also replaced all our hose clamps for us and topped us up with coolant. Apparently Cummins engines are highly sensitive and tell on themselves if something isn’t right. In a way, it’s very reassuring.
I sleep all the way to Wilsonville, which is where the RV park is located. We arrive in just enough time to hook up before the sun goes down. I head to bed and pray for restorative sleep.
Tomorrow, all going well, we’ll head into the city.
(Since I didn’t take any photos today, I’d thought I’d share some of the images from the road that I have enhanced on befunky.com)