Of Tires and Troubles

            As you know it was yesterday that we lost a tire not far south of Fort Nelson, BC. Our hopes soaring as we ventured on southward. Ambitiously we planned to go far into the night ever on toward Vancouver. Then it was that disaster as it seemed struck, tearing us down from our heights unto pits of anger or despair. We had no spare only a temporary tire, not even meant for speeds over 45. Accusatory thoughts began to claw the back of my mind on the slow and seeming eternal crawl back to For Nelson. Into silence I sank and so did the others, I know not exactly what their thoughts bore. I only guess theirs may have resembled mine, unjust frustration with the others. But an hour or so of time alone for the three of us seemed to work wonders enough for all our moods, we reunited happily and it was then that this blog was actually started. Well there I have revisited yesterday but now we are caught up, But what of the tire you must be wondering. No tire shop had been open last night and so we had to wait until this morning. Yet again we slept past our alarm but nonetheless got to “Kal Tire” not long after they opened. A friendly fellow asked how he could help us and we then described our situation. Then we waited in the lobby feeling akin to someone waiting expectantly at a hospital. After a time, I know not how long, he returned to the front and spoke to his boss rather than us, so it was we overheard from our seats of worry that he could not find a tire our size. More trouble only it seemed would be our lot here! Dean, the boss then went to the back to look himself. Hope rekindled within our hearts yet fearfully as though a wraith that would disappear if clung to. Yet longer we waited in such a state as other customers filtered through and men busied about their work. I at length followed one of the many urges of the mortal flesh, the call of the restroom. When I returned Ben and Hans were gone, so I went out and found them in the van and there was also a new tire! They informed me that though Dean could not find one of the correct size he had instead given us for free a smaller studded winter tire, enough to get us to Vancouver. So it is that by the grace of God good can be woven from any situation. Now we are on the road hoping that we can push far tonight if all goes well, and hopefully we can find some internet to post this also. For the time I look on to more road winding through green forests.

PDTL. (5/3/11)