"Oh my gosh. It's 9:50 in the morning and we are still in Lone Pine!" is the post I started to write this morning.
We went into town to gas up the Tahoe before heading out across the desert, get a last cup of coffee at the coffee house and give in to the the simple lure of McDonald's Sausage McMuffin with egg. Thus one last photo of a nice sign in Lone Pine.
Back to the campground, finished packing up. Hooked up the trailer (which in itself takes about 15-20 minutes.) I took one last walk around the rig to make sure the windows were closed, steps were folded up, brake lights are working...and discovered that the Tahoe's back right tire was visibly flat.
We unhooked the trailer and tried to change the tire ourselves. The jack comes in about 12 pieces stored in a compartment of the truck. You have to unlock the spare tire with a key. Then the diagram didn't look anything like the way our tire was suspended between the back wheels.
So we called AA and settled in for a wait.
The guy came (from the same place with the Angry Mechanic) right away and fixed us up.
We just have to be really really glad that neither of these things happened when we were in the middle of the Mojave, which would have just complicated everything. A lot.
Dodger said "Home" for the first time this evening when we were done unpacking and I was working for my job. (From 4-10 p.m. Sigh.)
So we have two weeks to get the catalytic converters replaced... Is what I'm pretty sure I was going to say!
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Uh. Someday you'll look back on this and laugh?
Yeah! I managed to tell the tale to the cashier at the Jawbone Station minimart, about halfway home, with a little levity. I'll bet she gets a lot of hard luck stories!
"So we had to..." what?! Was that a cliffhanger?
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