Here in the boreal forest of Canada, winter is a-coming. I got a taste of it last Monday, when Clarence and I were scouting a trail into the Kamuck River.
It was bitterly cold – no snow, just cold. We were tramping around the bush in a remote location. I knew I had issues with my truck, a '97 Nissan Pathfinder, for there was a leak at the top of the gas tank which I was prepared to live with. You can sink only so much money into an old truck. That meant I had to carry extra gas. And in the past few months, I'd had problems with the battery discharging. I'd brought along a power pack to address that issue. Still, we were miles from nowhere, on a road no one would travel until next summer, and if the truck failed us, we might be camping out till spring.
Well, we finished our scout and climbed into the truck. The gas gauge indicated close to empty, and the needle sank rapidly. We stopped and poured in 20 litres. That got us to the main road, the Goldfield. The needle was still sinking, very rapidly indeed. There was no traffic on the Goldfield, and we were still 50 klicks from the highway. In another 10 klicks, the gauge read dead empty.
Clarence crawled under the truck and found the problem – a leaking gas line. The fuel was pouring out . . .
ORIGINAL POST 13 November 2011
Read the full post with colour photo on E.J. Lavoie's Blog > http://bit.ly/2dKs8lJ
It was bitterly cold – no snow, just cold. We were tramping around the bush in a remote location. I knew I had issues with my truck, a '97 Nissan Pathfinder, for there was a leak at the top of the gas tank which I was prepared to live with. You can sink only so much money into an old truck. That meant I had to carry extra gas. And in the past few months, I'd had problems with the battery discharging. I'd brought along a power pack to address that issue. Still, we were miles from nowhere, on a road no one would travel until next summer, and if the truck failed us, we might be camping out till spring.
Well, we finished our scout and climbed into the truck. The gas gauge indicated close to empty, and the needle sank rapidly. We stopped and poured in 20 litres. That got us to the main road, the Goldfield. The needle was still sinking, very rapidly indeed. There was no traffic on the Goldfield, and we were still 50 klicks from the highway. In another 10 klicks, the gauge read dead empty.
Clarence crawled under the truck and found the problem – a leaking gas line. The fuel was pouring out . . .
ORIGINAL POST 13 November 2011
Read the full post with colour photo on E.J. Lavoie's Blog > http://bit.ly/2dKs8lJ
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