Monday was supposed to be the day we got on the road again. In our original plan, Monday was the last day we would be in Phoenix before heading out to the Grand Canyon.
So we woke up Monday morning, knowing that they were going to start working on the bus again. We hoped they would figure out a plan to get her running and let us know something early in the day so that we could make a plan and get out of Arkansas. The people in the hotel were starting to recognize us and just laugh when Walter would go down and ask for a late check out only to go back shortly later and ask for another night. We got up, ate breakfast, got everybody moving and then headed over to the garage to see for ourselves that they were actually doing something. We also needed to get laundry detergent because we were starting to run out of clothes. On the way to the garage, we go the call, that what they thought it might be was not fixing the problem. They had one more idea to try but had to get the part in, so we were here for at least another day. Hopes were high that this was going to be fix that would get us home. At this point our plan was to drive the bus, slowly, home and rent a car to follow her just in case anything happened. We made it to the garage, got the detergent, and spoke briefly to the guys. They were waiting for the part and willing to work late to get it in.
We left the garage, went back to the hotel, did a little swimming, washed some clothes, ate some dinner and then called it a day. We were starting to settle into a routine...living in a hotel is a very different routine than any I have every experienced before...you have to be creative!
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