Like most of our plans written in sand at low tide, our Westy Rescue underwent major revisions last week, when our good friend Earl decided to help us out. "I just want to go somewhere," he said in his endearing Texas twang.
We've got a towbar, he's got a big diesel truck. Put them together and voila! We can tow the ailing VW home instead of trying to fix it in Mazatlan. We'd been thinking of driving down, limping the VW to an RV park, setting up a tent and trying to repair it there. If it didn't rain or blow 40 knots. If we could stand the elevated heat and humidity (reports said it feels like 122 degrees right now). If the problem is head gaskets. If it's something else, or if the gasket replacement doesn't solve the whole problem, there was no backup plan. So towing it is a much better option.
This morning Capt and Earl loaded the stuff that our friend Nancy had stored for us in her guestroom back into the van. By now they're on their way back home to San Carlos with the Westy behind them. They might even be home before dark, since Earl's big truck makes very good time on the road.
Good friends...definitely at the top of my Gratitude List today.