We were on our way to Flagstaff, AZ to catch the I-40 and head east to FL when our truck, aka. Big Blue or sometimes Big Boy began to waver on our onward and upward ascent. By the time we reached Flagstaff, we were barely able to roll into the nearest Campground;
Fort Tuthill. It is a rustic campground, much cooler than Phoenix. Cooler was better since there was no electricity available. Laton unhooked the trailer and Big Blue got to spend the night in town at Babbitt Ford for repairs. We spent a very quiet evening hoping for a cheap and easy fix.
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