About 45 minutes into our departure, Greg could tell the motorhome was losing power. He successfully got off the highway onto the exit ramp. Before we knew it, we had a long line of traffic behind us. Within 15 minutes, a Road Ranger stopped and put up cones to route traffic around us while Greg was on the phone with AAA. Unfortunately, he had an idea that it was another failed fuel pump — exactly the same problem he had in 2011 when he stopped at Galiks and spent a couple days installing a new fuel pump.
With the help of a police car escort, we eventually got the motorhome to nearby RV sales and service center (of course, it was closed on Sunday). We left the RV there and Karl Galik came down to pick us up.
The next day, after determining the RV place wouldn't be able to do the repair, Greg got a new fuel pump and spent the day replacing it where the motorhome was parked. I know this might not seem like a huge deal, but it is, because in order to replace it, he had to lower the fuel tank (which was half full of gas). He did all of this while working in challenging conditions. St. Eligius (the Patron Saint of Mechanical Engineering) was working his magical powers again!
Meanwhile, I had been struck out of the blue with a violent stomach virus which ultimately led to me going to Urgent Care at 5 pm to get an IV to rehydrate and get drugs for a blinding headache and upset stomach.
The Galiks were our guardian angels — they picked us up when we were stranded, lent us their car, took me to urgent care and provided moral support. We are so grateful for their hospitality and friendship!
At the end of the day, I was feeling more human and Greg had the motorhome fixed. We are so grateful that we are starting our next leg with an operational fuel pump!
Following your interesting travels and blog. So many people have been sick this winter with that stomach flu! Glad you got hydrated!
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