Of course Jude gets lost (remember this town only has one street), and we have to call for directions. Again! We finally get there -- took us all of 1 minute. The mechanic looks under the Nomad's hood, and what does he find? Stuff like gray lint poking out of the alternator vents.
So now we're are taking in the sights of Baker while we wait for an alternator to be delivered tomorrow. Where is it coming from?
Barstow, of course. Here we go again with the eerie feelings.
Alien Fresh Jerky. Yummm! Those Alien's are mighty tasty.
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