So, I did beat the odds!! I did get out of there in time to make the five (almost 6) hour drive … but without work being done to fix the leak. At 10:30am it was determined the problem was the manifold, not any of the five lines that go into it, but the unit itself. Without the owner having a network to locate parts for old buses, I was afraid I could get stuck there for days. (Flashback to last year’s six weeks.) So I spoke with a mechanic who comes out to the skoolie camp in Jesup and he’s coming Monday to look at Karma. 

I was grateful to drive the 150 miles without an incident.

They were straight miles, roads that went on for dozens of miles, watched over by pine trees, often without another vehicle insight. Every so often there would be enough civilization to rate a dollar store, gas station and maybe a restaurant, but mostly it was forests, some fields, lots of churches and a scattering of old homes, abandoned and run down or run down with a yard full of junk. Sometimes both. 

I arrived back in Jesup just as dark set in after another spectacular sunset I watched out my side window every chance I got.

Still riding high knowing I’ve been back to living on sunshine the past two days. Or maybe that’s the tequila. I’m not driving. Nope. Not until I start my return trip north before the end of the month … which I don’t want to think about. More tequila!