Driving days are my favorite. The endless black snake of pavement makes me feel like each cell of my body has a breath of it’s own.
While on the road my mind wonders. Sometimes I wonder if I’m running from something. I search every nook and cranny of my mind and heart looking for the thing that draws me to the open road. If there is something, I’ve yet to find anything except the love of adventure that is around every corner or behind each mountain.
Today we didn’t get far in our exploration when we noticed at a rest stop that our two back tires on the right side of our rv were rubbing together. A few days ago I mentioned to Brent I smelled burning rubber but he didn’t hear me and when the smell dissapated I passed it off as “the brakes”. Have I mentioned we are newbies?
The rest stop was still a good two hours from the nearest town. Brent contemplated fixing the tires himself but we decided for the safety of our family to take it to a shop. Only problem was the nearest shop was a hundred miles away and the afternoon was slipping away behind the mountains. I began making phone calls and found the closest tire shop in Fort Mojave. I told the woman we should be there by 4:30 just before the shop closed at 5 pm.
Arizona doesn’t observe daylight savings time. When I called her to let her know we were just around the corner she said they had closed. Awesome.
I must have sounded
pathetic desperate because she said one of the guys could take a quick look at it. Unfortunately, it looked as if a bolt had been “sheared” and a leaf spring needed to be replaced. They said they could take a better look at it in the morning.
As luck would have it, a campground in our RPI network was just two blocks away. Literally. Full hookups for $11. Living in luxury in Fort Mohave.
We set up camp and I set to “work” worrying about how much tomorrow morning’s repair was going to cost.
Love and Laughter,