Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Heading North (sorta)

So we get away yesterday headed for Aiken, SC where NJ is speaking at the local humane society.  Talk went very well and had a great Italian dinner with them.  We were able to dry camp on their property so that worked well. 

Well as we are leaving I notice a strand of rubber sticking out from one of the rig tires, the new one,by the way, that we got in Houston.  Yup theres a hole in the side wall near the tread line and the tire is down 10lbs.  So we call a local tire guy who says bring it over.  They take the spare and mount it on the rig wheel and put this tire on the spare wheel and it appears to be holding air so win-win at least from a temporary standpoint.  Appears it will work for any short distance we may need.  So finally out of Aiken 2.5 hours after we left the shelter.

So we're finally rolling and make it to the I95 which is packed with traffic with nearly all northern license plates going back north.  We get about 45 miles from the exit we need and traffic comes to a dead stop.  This has accident written all over it.  We crawled to an exit as we needed gas, got that taken care of & back on the 95 and traffic still packed, then we come upon the problem.  What is left of an 18 wheeler being loaded onto a flat bed.  OK so now we're back moving but we are still 25 miles out and I am just about to say to NJ "this day is not thru screwing with us" but I decide not to, then here comes a rock and hits the windshield and puts a chip high left on the drivers side.  Its enough chip that if we don't get it fixed it could start a crack.  NJ & Tammy (daughter) both have had fun in the past calling me Eyore and I have window stickers and a stuffed one inside & this was definately a Eyore day.

Onto Cape Hatteras tomorrow and will be there unti 4/17.  Looking forward to seeing some country we've not seen before.

1 comment:

Dale Hooper said...

OMG! I am so sorry you had such a bad day. I hope the rest of your trip goes better. We really enjoyed having you in Aiken last night.

Dale Hooper