Last weekend, we made our inaugural trip to our cabin in Kentucky all they way from Florida. Yep, it's a 10 1/2 hour drive with dinner & gas stops. However, on the way out it took me two days!
Mike had flown to Dayton for work so I drove the boys up to meet him at the cabin for a weekend of climbing. Halfway through our drive, we got a flat tire at the very same time Axel yacked all over the car. Simple enough to fix right?! Change a kid. Change a tire.
Part one was easy. Part two, turned out to be a 2 1/2 epic on the side of the road. Our special wheels require a special tool to remove the tire which was nowhere to be found. The spare requires different lug nuts assuming I could even get the flat tire off. Not so simple.
After wrong directions from roadside assistance to the mechanic, a crazy just-out-of-prison-wanted-by-the-police-for-killing-some-guy "Bama" gal, two round trips from the mechanic to find the right tool, we were on our way to spend the night with friends. The next day after a trip to the chiropractor to fix mommy's pinched nerve and four brand new sneakers on the car, we headed to the cabin.
Phew!
Back at the Gold Coast. Daddy checking out another 5.14...such, a beautiful wall.
Daddy onsighting a 5.13b called Elephant Man.
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