flat tires and blown bearings ..

we had just arrived at white rock .. dad walks over and says .. do you know that your tire is smoking .. what i say .. 

your tire is smoking ..

what jeff says .. 

your tire is smoking .. 

what ..

that is not a good way to start a trip .. whatever just happened to good morning jenny .. glad you guys made it .. we are going to have a super weekend .. isn't this a beautiful morning .. 

those are broken wheel bearings .. impressed aren't you .. hey .. i may not go to work everyday or on time but i do pay attention when i am there .. 

broken bearings mean that we had to take the tire off the trailer .. pull off the broken greasy bearings .. then dad got into his ranger so that he could drive to the top of the hill so that he could make a call and see if someone could bring a new set of bearings when they came out on saturday .. 

this is how the first 2 hours of fall break started .. no biggie i told jeff .. this is our 1 flat tire for the trip .. 

whatever babe .. he says .. 

while we were waiting on grandpa to come back down into the valley of "absolutely no phone reception whatsoever" .. cash played with his crate of trucks that he brought along .. as if riding in the ranger and riding his motorcycle wasn't going to be enough .. the gravel was just the perfect size .. 

a happy jeff .. having gotten over the smoking trailer tire and blown up bearings .. 

finally grandpa returned .. we loaded up and hit the trail .. 

and then we came home .. 

then grandpa got back in his ranger .. went to the top of the hill to make another phone call to see about someone maybe bringing some extra tires .. 

prepared .. yes .. just not for blown up bearings and sliced up flat tires ..