Summer is our time to do the bigfooting. Our first endeavor this summer was in the Stanley, Idaho area. Full of hope and expectation, we loaded up our equipment and headed into the wilds.
We had only been at our campsite for one night when we noticed the truck was acting strange. Windows wouldn't roll down. The radio looked dead. That sort of thing. Of course, Stanley's only mechanic was on vacation until the weekend so we decided we'd better drive into Boise and get the truck checked out. We left the camper, intending to drive back up that night. The nice camp attendant offered to keep an eye on it for us.
Unfortunately, about two miles before we made it into Banks, Idaho, the truck totally shut down. We were lucky we made it to the side before the end. A very nice man stopped and tried to jump the truck but no go so he gave us a ride into Eagle where my friend drove out, picked us up and took us home. Son called a tow truck who agreed to meet us at the truck so we got my car and headed back up.
The truck was towed to my son's mechanic who decided it was the alternator but wouldn't be able to have it finished until the next morning. *Sigh*. So next morning, we headed back out. By this time, we were down to only a few days left.
We knocked, we set trail cams, used the wild animal call and the listening device but nothing this time. So goes bigfooting but there is always a next time.
The best I can say about the trip is if there is a Murphy's Law, we certainly were in the bull's eye!
Happy Bigfooting!
