So my plan of beating on the jeep in the rain puddles backfired on me. The old girl has had a slight rattle from the exhaust hangar hitting the transmission cross-member for a while now and it just go a whole lot worse. The 20 year old rubber transmission mount has finally given up and now there is a whole lot of stuff under the jeep making noise. We head into Moab to kill some time for the day since it is raining. I decide to pull into the car wash to start blasting off a layer of mud in order to either wrench on the jeep myself, or take it to a shop and pay someone else to do it.
A completely different problem that presented itself on the way into town was a terrible vibration and clunking noise in the front end. Turns out I also damaged a bolt that holds the front axle in it's place. The bolt is supposed to hold on to a track bar, except now the hole is a little egg shaped and the bolt has seen better days. Since we were in town I picked up some parts to fix this when we get home. We do some other chores like filling the water jugs and a little grocery shopping. I called a couple of shops and nobody would give me an estimate over the phone for the transmission repair. So we take Shirley back home at a slow steady pace for the front axle repair. I get one repair out of the way and take Eli for a stroll through Utah's back country.