The first blow out last week we were all shaken, pulling
over into the high weeds, wondering how far away the next town was, grateful to
have our crappy spare, even if there was a bubble on it. I worried about having
to stay for hours on the hot road keeping the kids occupied. Not being within
cell range is disconcerting. Alan lay down on a tarp and fixed the flat,
assuring me that the damage to fender was cosmetic and we would replace it when
we got a chance. We re-routed and ended up in Rawlins, a far cry from our
destination but somewhere with a laundry mat and a tire store. Always looking
for the silver lining!
This week, we are waiting for Good Sam to come, the boys are
using the light saber app on my phone to have an epic battle roadside. Alan is
hanging halfway out of the truck singing.., ”It’s getting hot out here, I’m
taking off all my clothes..” and Bridgeeta is happily pooping on the asphalt,
not even bothering to look for a grassy spot. We are quick learners. We can fix
what breaks, even if it feels like an unending and budget killing process. We
can find a place to stop just about everywhere and we can persevere as a family
instead of going to pieces. Damn, the bottom step just broke. Now where did the
duct tape go?
