Guatemala’s towns are sing-along rhythmic – Huehuetenango, Chichicastenango and now we’re coming up on Solala. Ti and do to go – but then the truck joins in with a more ominous sound. We park a gravel stream bed to check out the damage and discover the camper has slid an inch and a half to the right in the truck’s bed. We ratchet it up on its built-in four jacks and Gary serves as counterweight, gripping a tie-down cable like he’s rappelling down the face of a steel mountain. When he yells ready, I wedge a few river rocks under the belly of the Avion, same theory as stabilizing a wobbly café table with a wad to napkins. Make that a 2,500 pound table, but it’s symmetrical again. For now.
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