Sunday around three in the afternoon the repairs were made and I was heading west towards Arizona. I drove till about four in the morning when I finally arrived at my brothers place. I didn't want to wake them so I slept in my truck for a couple of hours, till Scott woke me at six thirty. He liked both rigs! He's been wanting to restore an older Jeep or Power Wagon so I think he was a bit jealous. We were able to visit for an hour or so till he had to go to work. I slept for a couple of more hours, then hit the road for the last leg.

All in all it was an enjoyable trip, in spite of the breakdown, but everything arrived more or less in one piece. I pulled into the storage yard around seven in the evening, and backed the trailer with my prize on board into it's new home. Until I find a new place for my shop with some actual parking available, this is where it will be restored, on the trailer.

And that is how I came to own a WC53 Carryall.
This image came to me in a dream one morning a month before picking up the Carryall. I remember saying to myself in the dream, "looks like King Kong lashed down on the ship heading for a new land". So the beast got a name!