Wednesday 4 September 2013

The ill fated road trip to Mount St.Helens

When I arrived in Tacoma on Wednesday the original plan was to head out to Mount St. Helens and camp along the way Thursday and make my way back for some scuba diving on Friday ahaead of the long weekend.  

Well it was pissing rain on Wednesday and Thursday so I decided to hang out in Tacoma and I would hit St.Helens on Sunday.  I had a great weekend with some friends in Tacoma.  Helped them with their house warming party, drank some moonshine (with hillbilly teeth too) and did some scuba diving at Rodondo Beach.  All in all a good weekend. 

Sunday rolls around and Jim and I decide to head out to St.Helens.  From their house its about 140 miles along the Spirit Lake Hwy.  It's a sunny day, there is ice and drinks in the cooler, topped up the gas tank and we set out on a beautiful drive through the mountains.

After about 2 hours of driving we cam across this bridge that had some water running out of the mountains under it.  You could tell from the upper slope that there had been a really sever washout in the not so distant past.  The upper slope was choked with rubble and large trees and you can see where water had undermined the slopes.  There was a pull off so we did.  Switched off the bus and got out to stretch out legs a bit.  I think we were about 10 or so miles from the volcano or at least the interpretive centre. Up to this point however we hadn't even slapped eyes on the infamous volcano that errupted back in 1980.  Eager to push on, we climbed in bot of us ready to resume our trip.  I turned the key.... nothing. Understand when I say nothing I mean nothing.  No lights.  No click. Nothing.  CRAAAAAAAAAAP!

Ok, I may have used a slightly stronger word than "Crap" but you get the idea.  I didn't panic though.  Luckily we were parked on a hill so we got the bus turned around and pointed in the right direction.  Thought at least if we could push start it we might get it back part way to Tacoma... as soon as we had a bit of speed I popped the clutch and it started...  hmmm.  Strange. 

We got it back to Tacoma and into the drive way and started looking into it.  Basically at this point all we were able to figure out was that because it was a relatively new starter there had to be an issue either between the battery and the starter ot the ignition switch and the starter.  Simple right?

I got some help from Stuartzickefoose basically a local who I made contact with on thesamba.com prior to my trip.  We were going to meet up Sunday night but with my wheels out of commission that wasn't going to happen.  He did talk us through a couple things before we found the actual issue. We pulled the ignition wires and tried to essentially hotwire the bus to check the ignition switch... no luck there, not even a click of the starter.  Next we tried jumping the started with a screwdriver... yes it's possible.  In this case however no such luck.  

As I was under the back wheel I noticed THIS...

 
You'll notice in the middle of the picture in the lower third there is a wire just hanging there.  I found it was live the hard way.  Apperently the ring terminal fromt he battery cable to the starter had sheared off some how. Luckily there was an auto parts store less than 2 miles away and 45 minutes and a couple beers later the bus was started and running again.  WHEW!
 





 
 
 
More to come.....
 
 
 



Arrival in Seattle / Tacoma and a side trip to Kent

Well I made it to Washington and the bus performed great. I managed to power up most of the hills but going through from Merrit, BC to Hope, BC there are some long freaking hills.  So I geared down and chugged along.  Cruising along the open road with a nonfunctioning radio you have a lot of time to think. 

One of the things that floated through my mindas the hills and mountains whipped by was something someone asked me at the Camper-Jam this year.  "What's your Bus' name?".  No I had always refered to my bus as the Green Monster.  Not really nice but up until now strangely appropriate.  I think the old bus and I have turned a corner in our relationship.  It's not quite a loving realationship yet, but it's getting there.  I think I'm at the point where the bus deserves a proper name.  I was thinking in honour of her original colour I'd call her "Marigold".  Thoughts? 

I'm not going to change the name of the blog, but that's what I'm thinking anyway. 

So I rolled into Seattle on Wednesday afternoon without any issues then I hit the wall of traffic on I5 heading South.  Holy cow.  It took me a little over an hour to go 24 miles.  This is when 2 issues cropped up.  First the window crank came off in my hand, which is no big deal.  One screw and it's easily replaced.  The second however caused me a little concern.  My oil light kept coming on.  Flickering on, then off, then on again.  Damn it!

I didn't panic.  I figured if it came on and stayed on I'd be in trouble.  I made it to my friend's place down in Tacoma, relaxed for the night and looked online for the nearest VW aircooled guy.  The next morning I headed out for http://www.franklinsvwwerks.com .  As it turns out one of my wires was grounding and casusing the light to flicker on and off.  5 minutes later it was secure and with a new window crank in my hand I headed out to explore. 






As I headed back towards Tacoma I was thinking how lucky I was to travel all this way and the only thing that went wrong was a $5 window crank and a loose wire (now secured).  If only I knew,,,