There are days when I wish for those simple times and the carefree life of a child. What could be more innocent than to have life and all it's rewards ahead of you? Not that I'm complaining of the life that I have, I'm sure I have it better than some. This was one of those days that challenges you and gives you pause to consider what if? The four hour tow to our favorite campsite, a detour that added three hours and a lot of traffic had me feeling spent. Being put off a perfectly good four lane onto the SC. back woods and a two lane out in the middle no where.
For the last three hours it was bumper to bumper, grinding to fast stops and slow starts. The traffic in the rear view was only surpassed by those lined up ahead of us. Town after small town with more traffic lights than citizens. The smell of hot brakes filled the air and the roar of the big rigs massive engines as they rattled and shook their fiberglass covers that made up their hoods, finders and drivers compartments.
At some point we emerged from the back trails and once again took to the smooth surface of the four lane. It was a drag race by all to get back up to speed and make up lost time. We were in no hurry as it's just all part of our lifestyle. Why be in a hurry when you really have no where to go? Since we weren't governed by a time schedule and a certain place to be. We made a pit stop, fueled up and made a safety check and back on the road. It was still early afternoon. We had left home early in order to get to our location and have the majority of the day to relax and be as lazy as those kids in Hooterville.
As luck would have it! We arrived just in time to watch one of our trailer tires deflate. Almost like the mixing of beer and water. All the gusto seemed to leave me flat. Feeling like uncle Joe Carson I decided to get on the phone and call Pixley in search of road service. I just wasn't in the mood. Between Hooterville and Pixley there wasn't much for tire dealers with road service. Finally we were able to find a trucking company with their own tire service and after some fast talking, the repair truck was dispatched.
I'd like to tell you all ended well. As for that day it did. Our tire was repaired and we settled in for the monsoons that followed. It rained for the next four days and never let up. Still we made the best of it. Cooking outside with an umbrella was just a natural way to enjoy the hamburgers and do what was need to get the job done.
There are those who spend their days in a 4x4 foot cubicle and dream of being out doors. Rain or shine they wouldn't care as long as they have the freedom to be our in the fresh air and enjoying nature. So here I was, enjoying life and not caring one way or the other about the rain. After all, I still had air-conditioning, tv and lots of cold beer. Life is good.
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