Wagin Mound NM. The Clue Beast starts smoking. Mistakenly self diagnosed (bad idea, I don't know shit about vehicles) as a water leak. Turns out to be the diesel fuel line leaking.
Sit in median of interstate 100 degrees waiting on a tow back to Raton. Home to 1000 never ending tapping ankle biter dogs. 2 days to fix. Camp in the auto shop. Make the most of it with a couple runs thru town, keeping an eye out for yapping mutts, followed by flipping tires.