So I'm sitting in the campsite this morning when I hear a large vehicle coming down the road to our site from the main road. A really big flatbed tow truck. Driver gets out, late  60s Popeye-looking kind of guy. 

"Sorry for the dust. You the one called for help?"

"No, I'm good."

He said he'd been called for a Vanagon. 

"Guess it's at the next site."  He paused. "POS if know what that means."

Climbed back into his truck, backed out and continued upriver. 

About 45 minutes later I saw him drive past me heading out towards town. With a Sprinter on the bed. 

Jack Elliott
1984 Westfalia