September 30, 2016 3:29 PM
With nowhere to be, I passed straight through John Day and figured I’d continue onto Idaho. 20 miles later, while deep in a national forest looking for a place to camp, I got a flat.
My Fix-a-Flat didn’t fix the flat so I resorted to changing it the old fashioned way. Not a big deal. I’ve changed a million flats, but this was my first experience with Serenity and the whole winched spare tire under the truck thing—that was the hardest part, getting the spare de-winched. I think I’ll pick up one of those tire-hole-plugger kits next time I remember.
I slept on the mountain. It was cool and comfortable and pleasant.
It was about time for new tires anyway, and synchronistically Bob Wells pointed out in his latest post about buying tires while in Oregon because there’s no sales tax. So this morning, I back-tracked to John Day and picked up four all terrain tires. Figuring the flat was Her way of saying, “Not east,” I proceeded to head south from there.
One direction’s as good as any other, so it looks like I’m taking the eastern Sierras route for the fall season.
Later this afternoon, after finding a camping spot on some BLM land, I explored the sagebrush plains on foot. The sky was cloudy and perfect for photography, so I wandered through Her vastness, taking some portraits of Her along the way.
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