I packed well. In fact, I packed so well I had clothes, toiletries and snacks to last three days, all in one tiny purse/backpack. All of Coopers stuff was in one small lunchbox and water in an even smaller one. As you can tell from this picture, he wasn't impressed.
So off we went to the big City of Havasu, about 90 minutes North. I'm always impressed by the RV parks along the river, packed in like sardines, but with beautiful views. I could do that, but I'm sure I would never outlast the waiting list.
This wasn't the easiest place to find. My phone kept giving me WALKING directions, which didn't compute when I drove. After several passes around the block, I finally found the back door with little to no directions on where to go. I caught a uniformed guy in the parking lot who pointed down the hill. What a weird setup. Inside the closed garage doors, it was so loud with echos I could hardly hear.
In spite of being early, Bradley Chevrolet took me right in. I explained the problem, whereupon they agreed with the diagnosis and directed me to the waiting room. I tried to impress the "I'm really homeless here" part, but got no sympathy. At least I passed a car rental place on the way if it became necessary.
Neither Cooper nor I relished sitting in the waiting room in too-small chairs, but he's so cute, he got lots of attention from the employees. And we waited ..... and waited. Not able to watch my stuff and Cooper and leave to check on their progress, I called to talk to the lady on the other side of that door. I laughed about it, she did not.
Two hours had passed and she had nothing. Patience Nancy .... patience!