Trip home!

Well, I think that the parents are going to be struck next! All I want to say is, drive slowly, Mom and Dad...


So, Noah and I got off to a slow start this morning. About an hour after we were planning on leaving, we were finally on the road. We went and had lunch with Dad, and in Del Norte we stopped for a bathroom break. Everything was going great. But then, we stopped for gas in a tiny flyspeck town 40 miles outside of Bailey. When we stopped, we noticed that the car was making odd noises and Noah said that it was hard to turn the wheel. I got some power steering fluid, and we started to get back on the road, but when Noah started up the car again, it growled like a large angry predator; a kind of sound a dinosaur might make if it was furry. Anyway, he turned the car off again and got a quart of oil, which he fed the car though it was unnecessary. And the car proceeded to make (quieter) unhappy noises the entire way back to Boulder, which we both felt lucky that the car had reached.


Noah lost his keys, as we know, and that included (as we thought at the time) his outside apartment key but not the inside apartment key. So he was going to go home and hope a neighbor was home to let him into the building, and then he'd be gold.


Unfortunately, when he got there, he discovered that he had lost both apartment keys. So now he's crashing with a friend.


The point is, Leave Your Cars At Home For The Next Month Or So, And Pay Your Loan Payments. Parents, they're only bad luck. ;) Love yous all!