Since we almost moved to Idaho, we thought it would be cool to visit the Fins,and see what might have been.
Rumors of rough roads and needing 4 wheel drive made me nervous about taking my tiny Honda to this area but I forced all this to the back of my mind as we turn off the interstate and started up a dirt road.
|Leah on the phone with AAA.|
|Poor Barry :(|
|Barry getting some help.|
Two hours later, the tow truck finally arrive. He decided to tow Barry downhill, over a small bank. This plan required some digging so the undercarriage wouldn't get damaged by large rocks and debris. So after Leah and I helped him move dirt and rocks for a half hour, he finally pulled my car free.
A few minutes later, he gave me a bill for $490! I was completely shocked. What happened to $250? So I haggled with him until he dropped the total to $407. It was the most painful check I have ever written.
Luckily, Barry was fine. As we drove away, we joked that if we knew it was going to cost $400, we would have pulled out our folding chairs, poured some wine, and sat in the shade watching him do all the work. Although I hope there is no next time, that is exactly what I will do.
So, we never made it to the Fin and the superstitious part of me can't help but feel like it's a sign that our destinies were never bound for Idaho.