More via e-mail from Sara:
We got up and had pancakes at the RV park. Pat got the name and number of the muffler shop, and we drove over to see what could be done about out LOUD camper.
Fortunately, the guys at the shop took pity on us and worked us in. Turns out our catalytic converter was broken, trashed, and had fallen apart. Since we don't live in a state with emissions testing and since the camper is an antique, the guys at the shop installed a piece of straight exhaust pipe for $50 cash and sent us on our way. I think the cash deal was for 4th of July beer money and the lack of a paper trail likely protects their compliance with regulations of some sort.
We filled the afternoon with another trip to Chik-Fil-A and a little retail therapy. We then started quietly driving north toward Yellowstone. I called an RV park near-ish to the West entrance of the park, got very lucky and booked the last remaining spot in their park for the next 3 nights. Someone had had a medical emergency and had to vacate their camping spot, so we had a beautiful site overlooking a huge meadow five miles off the highway in a very picturesque valley in Idaho.
Gray built a relaxing campfire, we cooked hot dogs over the flames, had some roasted marshmallows and went to bed.
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