We went for drive out west the other day. It was a beautiful Saturday. We cobbled together some lunch, filled a water jug, and went on our merry way on a 70 mile drive toward a spot out west called Ram Falls.
But we never arrived.
We were about 40 miles or so out driving through a lovely area through which Radiance Creek flows. Horses grazed on the east side of the road, but far enough away to be unconcerned by our trespass on their day.
I’d never seen horses there and have no idea if they’re tame ones left to pasture or transplants from a herd that roams free in Ya-Ha-Tinda 60 or so miles to the south. We were enjoying the day. We pulled into a fish pond, a reclaimed gravel pit, for a pit stop when we saw we had a flat tire. It was fresh, still hissing. We could see it deflate before our very eyes.
So my husband reinflated it enough to get us back to the approach where it was dry and then changed the tire. We went straight back to town. It was still a good drive. It was a lovely day and really quite pleasant. I’m glad he was there to do the work and I’m glad there was little traffic. And if you must have a flat tire, is there a better spot?