Been off the clock for a few days.
Decided for some camping.
Sorry Buddy.
Wife took care of him a couple of times.
I got some trepidation about that.
He is 77 pounds.
That don't sound like much to a body builder.
She ain't a body builder. Me neither.
Heh!
I get kind of full of myself on occasion because I can ride my bike up a big hill.
But can I still change a flat tire?
Now there is a functional ability for you.
I end up having a flat in a land called "thirty miles from cell service"
Otherwise a sublime place.
But on a rocky road my right front went flat.
I managed to turn into a little cut out that went into a meadow.
But front tire, you are not suppose to put that temporary donut tire in front.
So I take off the rear thinking to put the donut there and the rear tire in front.
But I look at that tire and I see thread, actually steel fiber poking through.
That one in front? Bad idea.
So I go to put it back on.
Car starts sliding towards me, leaning the jack way over.
Yikes!
Am I going to need a tow truck?
I take a break for twenty or so to get my composure.
I stick some big flat rocks from a nearby fire ring under the car.
I am this lucky.
The jack has still got some of the weight of the car on it and it can still be lowered a bit.
Yay!
I set the car on those rocks and repostioned the jack.
Salvaged that.
Took the other rear off, put the tempo donut there.
Put that tire in front.
So can I still change a tire?
I had all but one tire off of that car in order to get a plausible solution.
Eveb then I was a but nervous of driving 40 miles to a tire store.
Oh, the spare only had 5 pounds of air in it. I had to pump it up with a bike pump!

Heh! Camping. What is not to like?

I got like 4000 of climb over a few days.
Not really ambitious.
Kind of a nice place though.
Summer resort area kind of.
Except there was a working cattle ranch by there.
I seen cowboys driving cows into a corral.
So yeah, these cowboys somehow distinct from horsemen or equestrians.
I should have took a picture.

The road was a place where I have photographed before.
I took more pictures but they are a bit redundant.

When I had the flat it was Friday afternoon. I figured I couldn't get to a tire store while they were still open.
So I just camped right there where I flatted.

I make it sound like it was a miserable experience but it wasn't really.
Well, on top of it all there were some mosquitoes.
But I am glad my wife wasn't there and that Buddy wasn't there.
I think I would have been over anxious then.

I climbed a mountain called "Lone Cone."

Before that I went on Colorado Trail, one of my secret spurs to it.

Don't know why I figure this stuff as fun.