My buds and I drove 850 miles to Senneterre Quebec then the 120 miles of logging roads into the bush to go fishing at:
While waiting for it to cool off we picked a few pints of wild Blueberries, they are EVERYWHERE. Mmmm! Within an hour a couple of Canadians headed back into town on a beer run stopped to help although they spoke only French. By then we had removed the engine cover and traced the coolant lines and planned a surgical bypass of the leaky system. I happened to have a hacksaw blade in my tacklebox in addition to a tool box with basic hand tools. So, there is my metalworking...cutting the steel coolant line. The rescuers of course had a cooler full of cold beer for the trip into town and we all toasted Canada and her wondrous fishing. It seems the language barrier only added to the enjoyment and laughs. A couple of hours later they brought us back a length of hose and some clamps that put us back on the road after filling the radiator from a nearby lake.
I don't feel guilty for not being better prepared, I can't carry enough spare parts and materials to foresee every possible situation. All I was really lacking was a hose clamp and I could have fashioned one from some lengths of 1/16" welding rod I have in my tacklebox and Vise-Grips. I think the best plan is basic stuff and plenty of beer...Canadian beer, of course.
We had no more adventures although the weather was hot and the fishing was fair at best with a few heafty Pike and enough Walleye for dinner and enough fillets to bring home so our families will let us go again next year. This was Canada trip year number 30 for us.