We decided to go up to the cabin for Memorial Day weekend. Once again, we were packed to the gills. Jonalyn was literally wedged into her seat. The dog came with us and sat where my feet were supposed to go so I sat Indian style/pretzel style/criss-cross applesauce style the entire way.
The girls didn’t have a bed in their bedroom at the cabin, so we were hauling a mattress set and bed frame in our utility trailer.
Traffic was unbelievable. There was an accident on the interstate and we got caught in the gaper’s block. Yes, we gaped as we went past – a large boat had slid off its trailer.
We saw more flat tires than we could count – mostly trailers. Doug started laughing at all the ones we passed.
I don’t believe in Karma. At least, I didn’t. We were in between two towns when Brian called out that our trailer had a flat. Sure enough, the trailer listed toward the passenger side. Groans and laughs all the way around.
We pulled off the road. Even on this two-lane state highway, traffic was crazy. Large RVs whipped past us. We girls stayed in the truck, but I was nervous for the boys changing the tire.
The trouble was, our little jack wasn’t doing the job and the boys didn’t have the right tools to get off the lug nuts. Thankfully we have roadside assistance, so at last the guys admitted defeat and had me call them. That’s what we pay all that money for anyway.
The woman at the assistance center contacted a tow truck. She asked the color of our vehicle and told me the truck driver could see us. He’d just gone past and it took a few minutes to turn around and come to us, but he arrived shortly and in no time had the tire changed.
The trip, which should take about 2 ¼ hours, took almost 4 ½. No sooner had we pulled into the driveway then it started to rain. The story of our day!
Have you ever had an adventure on the road? Do share!