Good by Mustache Van

Well it is time to say good buy to our beloved mustache van. 

It has taken us from the Atlantic to the Pacific and every where in between. I estimate he took us over 15,000 miles this year.

Well on our way to Phoenix we broke down on the side of the road. It was late and we where in the middle of the reservation. Smoke was bellowing out of the car, semi trucks where speeding by and the res dogs started to bark and surround us. After the smoke cleared and I was able to asses the situation I realized we would not be going far anytime soon. 

Uncle Dave also came to the rescue. 

I called up my old friend Eric that lives in Gallup. He came to the rescue with water, nutty butters and a sawzall (yes we cut part of the van apart). After a cut finger, tired eyes, and disappointing spirit we decided that the time of death for the van was 3:12 am on September 6th 20012.

We have such good friends that saved us from a night that could have been so stressful. If it would not of been for Eric and his wife we would have slept in our van and ate only the snacks we had with us. Because someone acted as Christ would of we had a nice bed to sleep in and a good breakfast. We are so thankful for them and hope to be able to repay there favor someday.