09:37 PM - This weekend
This weekend was very... interesting. We went camping Friday evening with J's parents in Graham Cave State Park, and that was fun. We got there around 7:30 (would've been a half hour sooner except for horrible traffic). We played with his baby sister, talked, had a good dinner, and just generally had a good time. Heh, we were the last group to put out the camp fire & go to bed, that was funny. (J & I turned in around 11:30pm, and J's mom, dad, brother, & sister went to bed I guess a half hour after that at most.)
The next day we went on an "interpretive walk" up a trail to the cave, and that was really neat. The roof of the cave mouth is sandstone, which sloughs off over time, naturally, but there were lots of signatures on the roof of it still. (Before the cave was excavated there was a lot of dirt built up underneath the roof so you could reach it then. It's 16' high off the level ground.) There were names and dates back to the late 1800's!! That was awesome.
We drove back (it was in a different part of the park than the campgrounds), and when we pulled J's car into the spot next to their truck & RV, it scraped up against this wooden 4x4 that had been used as a parking marker (like the concrete ones). A groove had been made in the concrete and the wood had been set in it (not attached) at a 45º angle so it stuck up higher. Well, we hit it just right and it scraped a hole in the radiator hose at the bottom of J's car. It shouldn't even have happened, because the hose was supposed to be up above, and protected by, some rubber flashing underneath the car, but whoever'd attached it (either at the plant, or since then) hadn't attached it right so it hung slightly below.
After the car cooled, they took some silicone J had in his car already, and plugged the hole, then they wrapped some duct tape really tight around the whole thing. Then, they filled it with water. When we were all ready to leave, after putting away the tent, tarps, etc., they followed us back to Danville (the nearest town). We couldn't find an open service station or auto shop, so we headed east for Warrenton. We'd made it that far without the hose giving out, but when we stopped at an auto place J's grandma always took her car, they said it was a dealer part (the hose is a formed hose with a U bend in it, and a right angle in it, not just a plain bendable rubber hose) and they didn't have one. So we headed for St. Louis and hoped for the best, while J's parents, who'd followed us that far, went on their own way.
We called my dad on the cell to let him know we might get stuck and call them, and he said just to drive directly to their place. The hose made it all the way there, and when we got there the diagnosis was that basically we're going to have to take it to a dealer to fix, because of all the crap that has to come out of the car, just to replace the hose (the alternator, the water pump, etc.). In the meantime, they went to an auto parts store and a hardware store, bought some copper pipe and some clamps, and my dad forced the pipe inside the hose (it was a perfect fit) so it would serve as a conduit in place of the section of hose, and put the clamps at the ends of the pipe so they were guaranteed an airtight fit for a short while. It's not pretty, but it's functional until Monday when J can take it somewhere to get it fixed.
So, the camping & cave trip was a lot of fun, but the rest of the day could've been better. Then again, it could've been a whole lot worse. We could've gotten stuck in the middle of nowhere with no help, no nearby exits, etc. We could've had an oil leak instead of an antifreeze leak, not known about it, and locked up the engine. Lots of other things worse than this. So it was an interesting weekend. Bad thing is, we wanted to go to Jeff City with his family and spend the rest of the weekend there, but there was no way we could've pulled that off. So instead we did a lot of nothing the rest of the weekend. We wrapped it up with a really good dinner at Olive Garden though, a nice finish on things if you ask me.