[Writing these entries after the weekend, so everything I want to remember won't be here, but not gonna let that hold me back. I'll post them around the day and times they happened so it's easier on my brain and the character maximum on Blogger is not at risk. You'll want to read these from the bottom up.]
Woke up, all bright and shiny and ready to get back to Carson. Got the truck all packed up and Dollar out of bike purgatory and was about to put the truck in reverse...
...when a kind soul pointed out we had a flat tire. Again.
For those of you keeping score at home (or if you're alone), that would be three flats on cars and one on a bike. Liz had the brains to bring "fix-a-flat" in a can, so we were able to make it to our old friends at Firestone Tires, where we waited ninety minutes for them to fix the tire (including thirty minutes when they did nothing with the truck in the bay and the hood up and no other customers). After they finally dropped the hood and relieved us of $32, we got on the road and had a completely uneventful drive home.
Had class last night where we did a worksheet in class, then came home, put my head on the pillow and crashed.
22 days until the USN
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