Mortal Peril: Driving The Titsworth Through Stevens Pass

I took The Titsworth to the van doctor this morning.  "Well that's strange, didn't the van just get a doctor's visit recently?" you may ask yourself.  You would be correct if you have made this connection, but today's visit is equal parts prep for a trip for my birthday next week and reaction to the trip we took just after the repair trip that I last wrote about.  What did the van do in between you might ask?  Sitting.  Lots of sitting.  We are part time RV types ya know.

(it makes sense to jump here to keep the main story all together. Do it. You know you want to.)

Catching Up: What has The Titsworth been up to?

 The Ballad of Left Elk and Right Elk was so epic that it needed to breathe. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.  Looking at the activity for that post, I can tell that both of you enjoyed it mightily.  Related to The Ballad, in spite of what I might have insinuated, Sir David Attenborough's new joint has nothing to do with my story.  Sadly.  It was surely going to be my ticket out of obscurity into the harsh lights of fame and fortune.  Or something.  

Realistically, on top of sheer laziness (which is going to continue to be a challenge for something I'm just doing for the fun of it), Laurie and I had a bout of concern as COVID touched as close as hit has done up to this point.  We've been careful enough that "as close as it has come" equates to essentially a tertiary level of possible exposure to me and a secondary level for Laurie.  It's all good and everyone is clear, but one worries.  So, let us catch up on what has been happening with The Titsworth.