In Western PA, just hibernating. Three days here, with nothing to do but walk fifty yards to the fishing pond. Caught three fish Saturday and two more Sunday in a few hours.
Don’t think I reported on the successful tire replacement. After stopping at two WalMarts, two RV centers and a tire place, I gave up and made it to the campground. Driving without a spare is amazingly distracting when the spare you used, although it looks new, also matches the original camper color and might very well be the same tire put on the camper in 1988. That’s almost 18 years ago. How rotten is the rubber in that tire?
After a decent night’s rest, I got to town, which had a huge WalMart Super Center, with a separate Tire/Lube section, and had four of the exact tire/wheel combo I needed. I bought two to be sure that they matched and to eliminate any question about the tire that matched the blown one. Putting them on, I found the disconnected brake connections to be a 10 minute fix, and a small bracket tied back onto the frame finished the job. Given the way that tire exploded and wrapped around the axle, I was very happy.
Good cable TV connection, and a NASCAR race, and a couple hours making notes about the geneaology information I gathered, and it was night.
Maybe I’ll go into town today and connect to the world, and walk around a bit. Maybe.
Terry sits in Philadelphia, visiting and awaiting my imminent arrival.
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