In 2009 we were stuck on the beach at the Red Snapper Campground in Punta Perula, Mexico with a truck that wouldn’t run. But it was a really nice beach! We learned about the town and made new friends between bus rides to the Dodge dealer in Manzanillo. 
Finally, we got the truck back after the dealer really stuck it to us. Never go to a dealer in Mexico! Choose a street mechanic shop! Bus or fly to the states and buy your own parts! We were about the last to leave the Red Snapper that spring.
While stuck in Austin we saw fun sights and consoled ourselves with Amy’s ice cream. Ice cream helps. At Amy’s they flip the ice cream in the air and wield paddles to beat in coconut, Butterfinger chips, Junior Mints, M&M’s and such. What a yummy, sticky mess. They’ll sing, too, if you suggest it!
Today we’re on the road again, on the long drive to Taos, NM! We experienced a fine exhilaration and freedom as we hooked up the Laredo, our life in our own hands again!
The cat is last to enter the truck. We’re off and all’s well for ten minutes, then suddenly….Uh, oh! Rojo’s been away from the road too long, turning anxiously on the console between us, finally sitting and settling down. Well?…will he or won’t he? A small drop of moisture falls from his lip to the floor. Uh, oh. Then he’s on his feet, hair atop his neck rising as I grab a blue polishing cloth from the folded pile tucked under his seat and stick it over his mouth. My other hand is on his harness, holding him forward as his shoulders lurch. He’s strong! Eeeeeeuw! He does it again…twice more! I toss each cloth on the floor and hurriedly grab another.
Then he whirls and lays down, tense, shedding hairs. Chuck has stopped and gets out, retrieving something from the RV, and the cat wants out, too, howling! 
At last he calms down, his interior and his demeanor, and zones out on my arm. He should be ok tomorrow, once again acclimatized to travel. We sure hope so. It’s a five day drive to Taos, NM, and he’s stuck with it. And us with him, too!
