
But yesterday, coming back from the Big City with our 1,000 bandanas with a hiker’s map of our area custom printed, some new kitchen equipment for the high ranch, tons (almost literally) of new bedding for the log cabins, we got out of the SUV and Karla heard hissing. Not a snake, a tire! This makes the third tire in three days to go flat! One on each of two trucks and this car. We have been doing work on our road, and must have unearthed a cache of nails. Gotta get it fixed.
Finally, something to do!
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