Deflation

Telluride to Gunnison

So Colorado is pretty wonderful, but that doesn’t exempt us from inconveniences.  Namely, those associated with car troubles.  I.e. flat tires.

Yes, on the way from Telluride to Gunnison, the Sprinter got a flat tire.  

Today ended up being a pretty long day—we added 25 miles to the route since Sapinero was such a small, sleepy town.  The sun was beginning to get low on the horizon as the three of us left the convenience store on top of the mountain.  As I marveled at the beauty surrounding me, my mind was far from the well-being of the car.  All of a sudden, a flapping noise met my ears and all of that changed. The tire had deflated.  I pulled over immediately, into a picnic area on the side of the road, where I called Triple A.  Twenty five minutes later, I was promised help would arrive within an hour.  As I was hanging up, Dave and Austin arrived on the scene, and scoffed at the mention of Triple A.  Dave looked at the flat, found the jack, and began changing the tire.  “We can do it, I’ve changed three tires,” he said with confidence. 

Now he’s changed four.

We then traveled on to Gunnison, and got there right as dusk was setting in.  After a quick bite to eat, we headed north to the Taylor River, where we set up our tent in the dark.  Tomorrow we’re going white water rafting..I’m stoked.