Day 38: Tires and brakes.

Morning was breaking spectacularly. It was cold. I put the bright colored coat on Tad and headed out to brave the elements. As the coffee percolated, Kasey was tucked snuggly in bed awaiting the return of the two of us and the weather report. 

It's pretty cold, I said. 

We got ourselves moving preparing for a long day of driving to make our way back to our home in Roseburg, OR.

The scenery was awesome as usual and we were making good time. The miles just rolling away as we listened to audio books.

 

To save time, we decided to get a bite to eat at the same place we got gas. I guess fuel is fuel. The stop was Scipio, Utah. Somewhere south of Provo.

The gas station also had a fast food component. I think it was a Wendy's and I got the chicken wrap. Closest I could come to something good for you. While we were waiting for the food, a gentleman that was filling the window washing containers with water was still milling about our motorhome. I told Kasey that maybe we should have moved it out of the gas stall. It wasn't busy and Kasey said nah, it is alright. I went back to the motorhome first while Kasey was inside. I asked the guy if he needed anything and he said that he was waiting for my husband. I asked why and he told me our tire looked like it was bubbling and could separate. I looked at his shirt and saw the Michelin logo on the upper left of his shirt. I said, gosh, know where there might be a Les Schwab around because that is where we got the tires last year. He indicate that none were close but he had a shop nearby and pointed to his shop. I said that I would talk it over with Kasey when he returned, because that is what I do.

He also stopped Kasey and told him the same information only Kasey went ahead and said that we would be right over. 

While Kasey was making deals with Michelin, I was on the phone finding the closest Les Schwab. One was near Provo north of us and when I called to talk about the situation, I called one that was actually south of us, but I didn't know that. They had replacement tires available. Upon finding out this information, Kasey waved off the Michelin man and said we would be heading for Les Schwab 34 miles away. His name was Randy by the way, because Kasey typically asks folks for their name. He probably knows the name of the Wendy's staff as well. 

I ended up finding out that the Les Schwab was south and decided it was closer, even if it was back the way we came. We knew that we would need a place so a bar called Bar 86 was a Harvest Host and we sent a request for a stay which was approved right away. It was only a mile from the tie place. We got there and we got right in. Comet got to get out and wander around and she was very interested in the Les Schwab service trucks.

When they took the tires off, they mentioned that our brakes were very worn and needed to be replaced. They could get the part by morning. So instead of getting going early to make up time, we were going to be right back at Les Schwab in Richfield, Utah. So off to the Bar 86 we went to play some cards, watch the World Series and have some local food. They had quite a menu and the guy at Les Schwab said the chicken quesadilla was great so that is what I got. Unfortunately, they dropped half of it and had to cook another one. They brought me the half they didn't drop and would box up the other one for take out. Kasey got the garbage can nacho's which was enough for 4 people. We ended up getting several meals out of that purchase. The owner bought us some shots which was very nice and when we went over to say thank you, we got onto the subject of dogs. He was a big dog fan and showed us his wall of dog pictures. He even said that we could bring our dog in. As usual, Tad was a big hit. He is a great ambassador. Always willing to get attention from any stranger who wants to venture over.

It was a very quiet place and we slept well.