Driving to meet them I was alarmed but an overheating engine.  This is not supposed to happen.  After letting the engine cool, we topped off with water from the fountain and headed down to Jackson for dinner.  With one eye on the temperature gage, one eye on the road and a third eye on the adjacent meadows looking for wildlife we made our made our way through Moose lane and stopped for dinner in Jackson Hole.  On our way back through Jackson, the temperature gage began rising forcing a pit stop for more coolant.  With extra coolant aboard and a tank full of gas, it was about 10:00pm as we started our forty mile return to the Hatchet Resort.   Our cooling system was not to allow a successful transit.  With a spiking temperature gage, we were forced to pull over, pop the hood and proclaim more than a few explicatives.  In short order, a local contractor pulled over to assist and was extremely helpful as we conscripted him for a ride up to our hotel.  My plan: return to the hotel, get a good night sleep, then drive the U-haul and trailer down to pick up the car for delivery to a mechanic in Jackson.  Once back at our hotel(thirty miles from the car), we determined that the U-haul key had been left in the car.  Ugh!  So much for sleep; I spent the night tossing and turning while coming up with a new plan.  Right after sunrise, I headed back to the car, hitchhiking with some extra water and tools.  After a half hour with my thumb out, another nice Hatchet Resort guest picked me up and drove me down to the car.  After draining the coolant into one of Alden’s Lego bins, I removed the thermostat and refilled the coolant system.  I then drove to Jackson and purchased a new thermostat.  As the car was holding temperature I decided not to have it worked on and returned to pick up Kirsten and Alden.  We spent the rest of the day driving up to Yellowstone and Old Faithful before returning to the Hatchet resort for dinner.  Only one small coolant temperature rise and a distressing “check engine” light illumination.   We woke early the following morning, hoping to make McCall Idaho by dinner.  The best laid plans were quickly dashed when we somehow locked the U-haul keys in the cab.   It was at this point that I sat down on a rock and contemplated the meaning of life while Kirsten ordered pancakes and called a locksmith in Jackson.  Two hour later and a locksmith’s fee and travel expenses poorer, we were trucking west again, headed for the engine straining, brake smokin’ 8500’ Teton Pass.  The rest of the day was uneventful as we enjoyed our drive through the mountains and fields of Idaho.  From Boise, we headed north up the Payette River valley to McCall where our Seattle friends, the Bogets were vacationing.   How wonderful it was to spend the weekend enjoying splendid Lake Payette with them, skiing and touring on their Century Resorter.  On Sunday morning we set off on the final leg of our drive to Seattle.  After two years away, it was with mixed feelings that we crested Snoqualamie Pass and entered the city just before sunset.  The next morning we started a new chapter of our lives as we unloaded “Charlotte” from the truck at Canal Boatyard and began accumulating the things one needs to live and work in a big city.