Back on the Mountain, or Travelling does not necessarily imply arriving, part 2

After we stopped for the night, we were able to find an auto repair shop open on a Sunday who could take us in right away. They looked at it and confirmed our suspicions that it was, indeed, the alternator. We left for a delightful little coffee shop, and waited for things to get fixed. They finished it around 1, and we got on the road. Fortunately, we had no trouble at all for the rest of the journey. We stopped and picked up the last passenger around 8, I think. At 9, we crossed paths with his mother, who was travelling up on the same road, at a friendly little Starbucks. I started to drive, and we made good time all the way to the college, and got in around 1:30. Here at last!