A little background info... When we left for our trip we thought we were very prepared: new tires on the SUV, oil changed, transmission flushed, etc. - everything seemed to be in working order. We left Springfield and were on our way to Simi Valley. Next stop, California!
As usual, I took the first driving shift - all down the 5 through Oregon, including going through the Siskiyous with no problem. We had a little bit of snow, but nothing that really slowed us down. But then, coming down the pass in the snow, we noticed a weird noise - kinda like a knocking sound. And coming from our car! But only when we braked. But the brakes were still working.
What the heck?! Everything was absolutely fine unless we braked. Finally we passed the border and were slowing down for border patrol....

The knocking noise coming from our car was horrible! And when we actually came to a stop our car died.
What the...?! Are you kidding?! It's 1am! Deep breaths. Try not to panic. Turn the key and restart the car.... It drives fine!
Phew. And then I try to brake again as I pull off to the side. Same horrible knocking sound and it dies when I make a complete stop.
Oh, great. We pop the hood and take a look. Nothing out of the ordinary. Brake fluid is a little low, but that's about it. Border patrol guy suggests backing up and then pulling forward to see if we're dragging anything. Nope. Finally we decide to carefully drive to Yreka - about 16 miles down the road. We make the journey slow and steady and pull into a 24hr. gas station to get some brake fluid - hoping and praying and crossing fingers that it works, but knowing it probably won't. It doesn't. At that point it was about 2am Sunday morning and we decided it was time to get a hotel and re-evaluate in the morning - luckily there was a Super 8 just a couple blocks away. We unloaded what we needed, got in jammies, made a couple calls to parents to let them know of our stranded-ness and went to bed.
The next morning we got our free breakfast and went to work looking for an open repair shop. Yeah, right! On a Sunday in a small town. Not likely. So Sean suggests we see what time the local ward starts and go to church [hotel had free wi-fi]. I have to be honest, going to church was kinda one of the last things on my mind, but since it looked like we wouldn't be going anywhere that day I decided it would definitely help pass the time. We called a cab and hurried to get ready - we would actually only be a few minutes late for sacrament meeting. The pick-up time came and went. No cab. We waited. Nothing. Sean called the cab company again. Turns out, despite Sean giving our exact address in YREKA, the cab was in REDDING -over an hour away. Oh, boy. Well, that wasn't going to work. So we bundled up, I changed into my Nikes and put my dress shoes in a backpack, double-checked directions and started walking to church. That's right, we walked. And get this.... It started snowing. And, after the first 3/4 mile on main street, we turned onto the street the church was on and kept walking. And furthermore, get this.... the street was on an incline. That means we walked
UPHILL IN THE SNOW to get to church!! Ha ha ha!!
It's true. Granted, we
did have shoes on and we only walked uphill
one-way, not two. But still!! We walked
UPHILL IN THE SNOW to get to church! We were miserable, but I still had to laugh. And then it started to rain.
Ugh. I liked the soft, quiet snow better. We got to church just as Sunday School was starting and we were soaking wet. And let's not even get started on how my hair looked like a wet dog, plastered to my face. A real thing of beauty. But one of the sisters put two and two together and took care of us right away. She got Ethan to Primary and directed us to Sunday School.
As Relief Society was preparing to start I had a number of sisters with questions and it wasn't long before everyone knew our story and that we were there "by accident" - an unplanned stop. I have no doubt that it was not an accident that if we were going to have car problems, it was purposely in Yreka on a Sunday. That ward took such good care of us! By the end of church, we had more lunch and dinner offers than we could go to. Someone gave us a ride back to our hotel to change, someone else picked us up for lunch at their home {thank you, Killians!!} and someone else picked us up for dinner at their home {thank you, Hills!!}. We didn't spend a dime that day. Unbelievable. But here's the real kicker... In the Bishopric of this ward was an
auto mechanic with his own shop. We went to bed Sunday night well-fed and with a mechanic {
we felt we could trust} all ready to work on our car first thing in the morning. Awesome!!
Another free breakfast and then we loaded the Explorer and slowly made our way to the repair shop. After a test drive, some tear-down and diagnosis the problem was discovered: our brake assembly was completely missing a huge, 4-inch bolt and another one was really loose. Seriously?! No wonder it was making so much noise coming down the mountain. Sheesh. But while they were in there, we went ahead and had new brake pads put in and the rotors turned. 3 hours and about $300 later we were back on the road. And how did we spend our three hours?? Confined to a 6' by 10' waiting room we browsed old magazines, I cleaned out my text message inbox and Ethan watched movies on the DVD player.

Gotta give a shot-out and thanks to
Finwall's repair for taking such good care of us and getting us back on the road so quickly. We filled up the gas tank, stopped at McD's for some grub {
I was jonesing for some hot chocolate} and finally, after a 36-hour "layover", we were back on the road!! The entire length of CA loomed ahead of us and we were raring to go!

Despite the car problems, I think Yreka will always a hold a special little place in our hearts. The view there was beautiful - surrounded by snow-covered mountains.

We made very few stops that day because we were so anxious to get to Simi Valley. Timing-wise, it was kinda nice to hit Santa Nella just in time for dinner and a pit-stop at
Pea Soup Andersen's - chicken salad sandwich for me, BLT for Sean and a plate full of favorites we brought from home for Ethan.

About four hours after that we were finally in Simi Valley! Yay!! Family, hugs and this comfy bed were greatly appreciated!

Next up: Christmas!!