This morning we ate a pretty “iffy” continental breakfast, but I shouldn’t complain. We got started back on the slog West. The plan was to get to Superior, Montana and spend the night at the camp property. We had problems with the battery and or alternator. Something was definitely wrong with the power in the van. The van started sputtering and then all of the gauges dropped. We pulled over to the side of I-90 just about 26 miles east of Missoula, Montana. The van was still running but it would just sputter if you gave it any gas at all. We crept along the side of the road for a little while. We were only going about four miles per hour.
There was a “Hell’s Angels - Harley Fest” going on just up the road from where we broke down, so there were a lot of rough looking motorcyclists driving by. Some Missoula County sheriff deputies eventually pulled up behind us. They told us that we had to get a tow truck, and that they would stay with us so that none of the bikers would harass us.
The Hardings, friends of ours from Superior, picked us up at the mechanic where the van was towed to. They were very kind and took us out to eat at the Cracker Barrell. We had a wonderful time of fellowship. After we went out to the Harding’s place, the three of us guys took their minivan to the camp house where we spent the night. The camp is so beautiful and the house is just magnificent. It is like a resort!
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