Friday, December 9, 2011
Can't Cry Wolf
To add to an already blown day, I had no more than left Placerville on narrow, hilly, twisting Cedar Ravine when the engine started making a noise. Not a good noise. A quick check of the dash showed the battery was not charging. Oh, boogers! The alternator was either gone or going. I began asking the truck gods to please let me make it to a big road. There are few to no places to pull over on Cedar Ravine, no cell phone reception, and I would have been in deep doodah if the engine had quit. Bucks Bar Road is even more twisting and narrow and hilly, and I pleaded even louder to make it to Mt. Aukum Road where the auto club could find me. Son of a gun, I did! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Pushing my luck, I begged, "If it isn't asking too much, could I please make it home?" Hoping the truck gods weren't just playing with me, I finally headed up the dirt road to the house. Home free! I like happy endings. I called Tree Guy with my tale of woe. Bless his heart, he's going to get me an alternator in town today and will put it in this afternoon. There are good people in this world, and I'm so fortunate.
I really can't say that it was a good day, but, dang, the tree looks good!