The week before our annual Moab, Utah gathering of Vanagons from across North America, Pigpen was in a million pieces, the rebuild projects following the February trip dragging on through the early spring. But I got it all back together, had one boneheaded breakdown on the side of I-70, then made it to Moab for a fantastic weekend of bounding across the rocks, reconnecting with dear friends, and laughing around the campfire in the cool desert nights.