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Never Give Up. Never Surrender.

“This is what owning a home is like,” Ryan says to me.

We’re standing at the kitchen sink in the RV, eating hastily assembled turkey, cheddar, and cucumber sandwiches and sharing our very last beer. The left side of Ryan’s body is covered in tar and small chips of asphalt. I’m dripping with sweat from having sprinted a quarter of a mile down the highway and back again.

“Let’s never own a home,” I say.

Twenty minutes earlier we were having a grand time giddily quoting Galaxy Quest as we scrambled between rock formations at Goblin State Park.

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Better than Tom Sawyer’s island. You have free access to all of this. It’s so much fun. Downside: No beryllium spheres. Upside: No pig lizards. Photo © 2016 Tricia Griffin

We had been talking about how awesome it would be to grow up near this park – what a great playground it is. I had been fantasizing about bringing my nieces there and all their cousins. Seriously, the place is awesome.

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The resting place of the gorignak. “It’s a rock! It doesn’t HAVE any vulnerable spots!” Photo © 2016 Tricia Griffin

Alas, the day grew hotter and we needed to be back on the road. We buckled back into the RV and made a left turn out of the park when there was a screech and a thunk and then a lot of hissing.

“Pulloverpulloverpullover,” I said. Probably I only needed to say it once.

Ryan pulled over.

I opened the door and leaned out. “I think we blew a tire.” The hubcap was missing and the rear dual tires were all, “Pshhhhhhhh….”

We jumped into frantic, incompetent action. Ryan laid himself out under the RV with the jack that neither of us knew how to use, and I went in search of the runaway hubcap.

If running down a highway in search of a hubcap seems like a poor tactical decision, you’d be right. But in this case it also turned out to be educational. Having located it at the turn off to Goblin, I noticed that there were two tubes attached to it. The hubcaps on a lot of RVs come equipped with valve extenders. These allow the owner to check air pressure on the inside and outside tires. The problem with this system is that if you lose the hubcap, these very same extenders will pop open your valves and let all the air out. Getting the damn thing back on the tires before we lost all the air was going to be impossible.

So there we were, pulled over on a two-lane, freshly asphalted highway in the middle of nowhere Utah. Ryan was still under the RV getting good and coated in tar and asphalt chips while I was walking around in circles with my phone over my head trying to catch enough of a signal to call a tow truck.

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I literally did this.

And then, a miracle.

A tow truck pulled up behind us. Out of nowhere, the exact thing we needed.

This guy, Jeff, takes a look at our situation. He puts out cones so that drivers won’t plow into us. He tells us to please stop trying to use our small jack; he’s got something better. He just needs to go pick up a guy with boat who’s stranded up the road a bit. We do as we’re told and pull the spare tire down from underneath the chassis, and then we wait.

We make sandwiches and share a beer and decide that home ownership is not for us. I pull the asphalt chips off of Ryan’s shirt and shorts and legs and arms. We experience doubts about our life choices.

True to his word, Jeff, a god among men, comes back with a giant boat in tow, and an owner of said boat who seems happy enough to be helping us out too. Jeff puts the spare tire on for us, takes our other two tires back to his shop, and even moves our trailer onto his rig so that we can limp into Hanksville (population: 215) without worrying about the motorcycles.

The shop is Kiteley’s Boat Trailer Repair & Service Center. They fix tires and collect old things. They had us on our way in about 20 minutes. So, to Jeff and Carolyn, thank you. And to the guy whose boat trailer busted, you are now officially among our Guardian Angels. Dayenu!

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A 1971 Harley, one of the many antiques collected at Kiteley’s in Hanksville. Photo © 2017 Tricia Griffin

 

6 thoughts on “Never Give Up. Never Surrender.”

  1. Oh the adventures you are having! Hope your next stop has a fewer “exciting moments”! 🙂
    It’s nice to affirm the generosity of the Universe but probably you’ve got that lesson down now…
    See you in a few days!!!

  2. For what it’s worth, the hubcaps have never fallen off of my house.
    Good luck on your adventures!

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