Despite the regular noisy goods trains that punctuated the night, we slept well last night. For Nina that meant no iPods or radios were needed to induce sleep. Hope for her sake that is a portentous sign.

A generally uneventful day until we reached Dayton Idaho. Between Dayton and Pomeroy, highway 12 makes a big loop north. Our GPS program however had decided that we could short cut this loop by going along Turner Rd through the towns of Turner and Marengo. As we start down Turner there was a sign saying something like don't use this road as a through road, use highway 12. However, the road seemed like a good black top so we continued.

For a while everything looked okay, the road was good, and we were up high in the hills with some great views of a nearby wind farm. Then the road turned to gravel and there was another sign saying it would be twisty, steep and rough. Just to prove the point Nina (who was driving at this point) got the vehicle side ways on the gravel road. Needless to say I took over driving.

At this point the road was about to head down a steep hill into a valley and the vehicle computer chose this time to tell us that we were low on fuel - 60 miles remaining. About 100 yards later after we had started down the hill, the remaining fuel was down to 48 miles.

We crept our way down the hill, with a careful eye on the vehicle computer, certain, we would run out of fuel at every turn. Obviously, once down in the valley, we had to go up the other side, and you know what, the signs were correct, the up hill was definitely steep, slippery and rough.

Before we got back to highway 12 the computer had given up telling us how many miles we had left, now it was just saying Low fuel range, we did not find that very comforting.

At Pomeroy we got 5 gallons, enough to get to Clarkston/Lewiston.

Now that the panic was over I took a closer look at the vehicle computer details and noticed that it was saying we had used 29 gallons since the last time I had reset the computer. Now the last time I did that was when I filled up in Tacoma, and according to GM the tank holds 38 gallons. Which meant we might have had as much as 10 gallons in the tank when the computer started yanking our chain.

In Lewiston we stopped at the park on the banks of Granite Lake and decided this was a good place and time for my daily walk. Needless to say once I was the furthest from the motor home, it began to rain.

We parked in a campsite at Hells Gate State Park in Lewiston Idaho. The rain seemed to have gone, I had a beer, Nina prepared dinner. The worst things that happened to day were getting wet and almost running out of fuel. That doesn't sounds too bad, now does it.