Need to replace the pass front lock actuator, lately it takes several button pushes to get it to lock/unlock. (not really looking forward to it). I already pulled one from the j/y a week ago and it was a rpita to take out. I have to be careful not to break any clips and pay attention to what color goes to what rod. I think I will take a few notes as I pull the bad assembly out. Assuming that project goes well, I may also tackle the valve cover gaskets.
Drove to Couer D'Alene, Id (bout 30 miles away) for the first time to see their fireworks show rather than Riverfront Park (Spokane). Kinda nice to spend the day right on the beach swiming, playing volleyball, bbqing and then watching the show as the mortars are shot from a barge towed out into the middle of Lake Couer D'Alene.
Funny story, as I came into town trying to find a parking space, all the spots close to the lake were charging a fee to park and filling up fast. The far end of the lot was fully packed accept for an area right next to a long steep (did I mention steep) overgrown hillside that went up to street level. I sat in stagnent bumper to bumper traffic (at street level) and, as I looked down at the lot below, contemplated my options.
My friend (10 cars ahead of me) took a right off the main street and down the road a short ways into the entrance of the lot where I saw him handing money to the lot attendant. I peered over my passenger headrest judging the hillside, turned my blinker on (mid block) and drove up over the curb and across the sidewalk. I crested the hill and smiled to myself as the front end dropped, nose down--hatch in the air, toward the bottom. Kinda chuckled as I hung there, seatbelt sinched across my chest, slowely easing her down the embankment toward the clearing. It looked like I happened to be the first one to park in the lot (backed in). I considered txting my friend to have him circle the block and follow my lead but (a) he already had his money in-hand and (b) I don't think he or his Dodge Nitro were quite ready for the detour.
Once the show was over, I would have to wait for all the cars infront of me to leave, OR, put her in reverse and hit the loud pedle, the latter is probably what lead me to drive down it in the first place. After the show, I was looking forward to some climbing but realised I would have to get to the top and then across 3 lanes of traffic and a center median to leave. Luckily, the lot was emptying quickly. I walked to my jeep just as some students from NIC (North Idaho College) were getting into their saturn (parked just in front of me) and the girl says, "I don't remember that car being there when we got here." Her bf says, "Look at the tracks, he came down the cliff!" I looked at him and said, "Yup" as I hit the keyfob and thru my swimtrunks and towel in the back seat and got in. I could see him gimme a rock-on gesture as they backed up and headed toward the main entrance/exit. Thought to myself, Damn right she's a jeep!