After my dad miraculously packed my van with all our stuff, Keri and I headed home with our kids at 2:00 on Friday. We were cruising along pretty smoothly for nearly four hours. About 16 miles outside of Rock Springs, Wyoming, one of the back tires blew out.
We received many tender mercies from the Lord. First, Keri was able to pull the car over without any problems. We were close enough to a city that we had cell reception. The weather was actually pleasant so we didn't have to wait in scorching heat. Shortly after we stopped, the highway patrol stopped and helped us call a tow truck. The kids thought it was pretty cool to ride in the van on top of a tow truck.
Then we hit our first snag. It was late enough that all the tire shops were closed. So what could we do but get a motel room and get it fixed first thing in the morning. Luckily there was one right by the Walmart where the tow truck brought us.
We headed over the IHOP to feed/entertain the kids. The waitress brought everyone their food, except me. Apparently mine was made wrong so they had to start over. Several minutes passed and I still had no food. The waitress came back and asked if we would like any dessert. Well...I let her know that would rather have my food. She was mortified that she had completely forgotten and ran off to get it. Then, she brought it out with french fries instead of onion rings, so I got to ask her to correct that. Poor girl. She seemed to be having a day like mine.
Keri and I didn't dare unpack the car because we didn't think we could get it back in again. We managed to get some sleep in dirty clothes, in a hotel room with two bed and 7 people including a baby who hasn't been sleeping well lately. We got the tire fixed in the morning and were back on the road by 11:00. Three hours of driving and we arrived back at my house at 2:00 on Saturday. Twenty four hours.
Keri and I are not allowed to ever drive together from Colorado again because something always seems to happen when we do. However, we are very grateful that it turned out well in the end.
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This post could also be titled, "Why I deserve pity and love, and perhaps a night out without the kids."
That stinks! Sorry.
I think you deserve a medal! That's my nightmare. Glad you're all ok and still sane. You are sane, right?
Scary! I'm so glad it didn't cause an accident- and it gave you some great photo-ops!
Wow Lindsay! What an adventure/nightmare! Glad you're back home safe. Road trips can be fun but they almost always scare me because so much can happen. You girls are champs!
What a story! I can't believe how mangled your tire is, what a blessing that so many things worked out so well and that you guys were safe. Phew.
Great job with the photos!
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