Our Father's Day Adventure

I hope that all of the Father's of the world had a wonderful Father's Day. Ours was an adventure. It all started like any other Sunday, washing cars (except this time I washed them because after all it was Father's Day,) and a little light yard work while the boys played outside. Gregg suggested that we make a quick run down to Bakersfield because the kids and I hadn't seen the new house yet, and he could take a light load of things like patio furniture. We loaded up and headed out. Just before Selma (about 20 miles down the road), one of the trailer tires blew out. It had enough air left in it for us to limp into town and get a cheap one put on as a temporary fix.


Carter wanted to help me feed Cammie while we were waiting at the hole-in-the-wall tire shop.

So new (used) tire is on and we are back on our way. Well about another 20 miles down the road guess what happened...yep, the new-used tire blew out. This time we had to stop right away so we didn't damage the wheel. Luckily we were by the Tulare County Cemetery. Gregg pulled in and unhooked the trailer, took off the spare, (that was also unusable) and went in to town with the kids while I stayed at the cemetery. We put the fixed spare on and headed down the road again. It took us about 4 hours to get to Bakersfield when it should have taken us 1 1/2. It was quite a Father's Day adventure.

The next day I noticed Carter's truck and trailer was set up like this. When I asked him about it he said that he had to take of the tire because it was flat, and his guy was going to get a new one from the cemetery.