Emergency Landing – On the Road with Don and Paula

“Tower, This is Winnebago Flight 101 declaring an emergency and requesting an immediate return to base!”

“Roger, Winnebago 101, what seems to be the issue?”

“Multiple dash lights, engine warning, DEF sensors, we could de-rate at any moment, request to return!”

“Ah, yea. Winnebago, request to reenter pattern granted but this is a Diner so we’re not sure if we will be any assistance unless you need a Taylor Ham, egg and cheese on a hard roll, to-go. We suggest that you procced to The Emergency Repair Facility in Lafayette on RT 94, they’re an authorized Freightliner facility and should be able to help you.”

“Great, hopefully we’ll make it without having to ditch this baby into the Paulinskill, Captain Sully is not aboard, wish us luck!”

“Roger 101, good luck and keep us posted, we’ll keep your parking spot open for as long as we can hold off the employees who used to park there. They’re like vultures circling over a dead body!”

“Nice thought Tower, thanks a lot for your encouragement, Winnebago 101 , out!”

**It never looks good when the Technician is on his creeper, legs out, with he rest of his body crammed under the innards of your baby.**

Well, we were going to try and spend a few days up in Watkins Glen, New York. There a few days open that did not require Paula to be in Vermont, hostessing, or anything else. And my responsibilities for the 100^th Anniversary of Ritter Food Corp. did not start until next week, so plans were made and reservations at the KOA were secured.

The weather was just incredible, perfect for traveling. We dumped the tanks, filled up with water and fuel, Loaded the Monster Energy Drinks into the fridge and way we went!

Almost.

Not five miles into our journey did those ugly lights and ringing bells signal a premature end to our planned mini trip.

**Miss Winnebago feeling mighty important waiting the the queue to be examined by the Authorized Freightliner Mechanic and Technician, our new best friend, Bret.**

You may recall that this exact same thing happened when were embarking on the Great Circumnavigation of the Lower Forty-Eight way back at the end of March. Same as then, we did not get more than five miles into said trip when all hell broke loose, and we needed to land in our Texas Emergency Facility.

I guess we could look on the bright side and be thankful that were not in the middle of Lower Nowhere, just outside of One-Horse Town, inside the confines of the Last Chance Desert.

As a matter of fact, that is just what we are doing!

We celebrated our good fortune of being stuck at home by going out to dinner at one our favorite places, The Carriage House on Culver Lake.

We were greeted warmly. 😊

“Next!”