We crossed into Arizona from New Mexico early afternoon on Sunday, November 18, glad that we made good time after a tenuous start on Friday.
Packed to the brim with suitcases and storage containers, we had just turned onto Route 83 towards Interstate-55 to St Louis when Jeff noticed smoke coming out of the engine. He quickly detoured to our neighborhood service station for a necessary repair that set us off a few hours, but saved us from an even worse break-down on the road.
Before I could rescue Ozzie from his kennel, he was up on the lift, trapped. I reluctantly left him for the comfort of Janie's couch and a final farewell for the winter.
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| Almost free. Ozzie went from locked in the van to leashed in the yard. |
