The van performed so well on the drive across southern Minnesota that we decided to chance it and skip the changing cars part. Onward to the Cascade!
Although the van worked fine, I had trouble with my iPhone. It wouldn’t connect to the internet. I was pretty sure that I should have had reception but nope, no luck. When we were on the outskirts of St Paul at about 5 pm I thought to call Younger Son, who knew we had car trouble but hadn’t been updated since we were sitting at the side of the interstate on Friday night.
Recording: Your mobile service has been temporarily suspended because of a missed payment, blah, blah.
Oh, good grief. YS has been having some trouble managing his finances and has a plan in place to get himself out of trouble, but apparently said plan didn’t cover this month’s cell phone bill. (Both ES’s and my iPhones are on his plan because it was so cheap to add them. Sometimes cheap comes at a price.)
Picture us driving several hundred miles in a 27-year-old vehicle with no spare tire and no cell phone. Yeah, we were counting on luck to get us through, and it did, although not without a few choice words here and there.
(Smokey’s Tracfone — which he hardly uses — had gotten screwed up sometime in the past month, and he had been counting on using my phone to contact the company and get it straightened out once we got to the North Shore. Nope, not gonna happen.)
Next: the Guacamole Disaster.