Nicole and I took a trip up the Gorge to visit Bonneville Hot Springs, a nice freebie soak'n'wrap affair at a place that your grandmother would think was a bit too conservative. I will briefly recommend the food but if you have to tolerate the bad flamenco guitar background music....erch...

Fleeing the clones, I steered us toward Maryhill Museum (WOW - hadn't been, would recommend it wholeheartedly) and eventually the Stonehenge replica. Built by Sam Hill as a memorial to the soldiers who died in World War I, we found it occupied by a creeeeepy kid doing the Jesus Christ Pose and shuffling around backwards mumbling under his breath. Our giggles finally subsided although he sat in his truck and gave us the Evil Eye for a bit before finally wandering off and leaving us to our irksome behaviors.

When we got back to the truck we had no electrical. No speedometer. No windshield wipers. Hmmmmmm. No fuel pump action! Nic unearthed the fuse box (what, am I supposed to know where it is?) and we restored the wipers and basic electrical but only got a bit down the road before the terminal nature of the fuel pump became obvious. I believe I was in the middle of a joke about Alistair Crowley when the truck coughed and went dead, power steering abandoning me on a slight curve at 55mph. We coasted to a stop just off Highway 14 in a gravel lot. In the rain.

And it wasn't so bad! We continued to be irksome while waiting for the tow truck to arrive, both cell phones struggling to breathe their last but making it through. And Big Art, the driver, was a prince and ran us around town after dropping the carcass at my mechanic. Not so bad. We missed Happy Hour but now we know....don't laugh at The Coven!