The Whatchit

This morning, after learning that the repair parts would NOT be coming today, we decided to hit the road, go to Columbus, check out historical archives, and make the best of the situation.  God blessed us with an incredible mechanic here in Hillsboro, a good Christian man, and he is on the job solving our mechanical problem.  We have no choice but to trust him, and so we decided rather than sit around in a funk, off we would go for another adventure.

It's going to be hard to top this day.  Really.  Just when you think it can't get any better ... yada, yada, yada.

In the midst of picking up obituaries from the library, an old marriage license from the county office, and traipsing through cemeteries, we got a call from the mechanic.  He said, "I located maybe the last whatchit east of the Mississippi, and it happens to be in Columbus.  Can you guys swing by the supplier while you're there, so we can get you fixed up first thing tomorrow morning?"

Screech.... (That was the sound of the Geo Tracker making a u-turn heading out to pick up the coveted whatchit.)

So, after a long day on the road, we made it back 'home' with tales to tell, copies of interesting documents, dozens of digital photos, and the ready-to-be-installed whatchit.

It just doesn't get much better than this.