Relying on my pioneer ancestry, we persevered. Just as
before, the two hour tide rolled in another crashing wave: our second blow-out.
This time, I was close enough behind the trailer to see the tread
separate and roll off the tire. Amazingly, the treadless tire held as I drove
like a mad woman, flashing my lights and honking my horn as I passed my husband,
waiving my arms to get him to pull over.
Being godfather to a nephew who’s an Eagle Scout, my husband’s
preparedness paid off because we had a second spare.
We prayed, crossed fingers, and rubbed chinchilla feet
(since no rabbits were available) the final two hours to Flagstaff, AZ, and
arrived around five-thirty in the afternoon. Never before had I been so happy to pull into a Walmart
parking lot. There we replenished our stores with two new tires, a heavy duty
tire jack, and two trailer batteries.
When we arrived at our campground, I was too exhausted to go to the steak house/dinner theater which resided inside the campground. However, Lucy and Lorne had a blast. (http://www.blackbartssteakhouse.com/)
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