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Show left home. So after another hour and a half we started home again, and we got 15 miles out and remembered re-membered I'd forgotten to bring along the second flat. Had to turn around and go back after it so I can show the dealer what his wholesaler gave him for us. Another 30 miles, another 45 minutes. Still, we made it home alive, for which I suppose we should be thankful. Mac. WE MADE IT back alive from the annual summer convention of the Utah Press Association. But I guess we were just lucky. The session was held this year at Richfield, and Publisher f Norm Fuellenbach and his family were the perfect hosts. 7 Everything went right on sched-, sched-, ule, the entertainment was ) superb, the scenery was spectacular, spect-acular, the food was perfect, and the business meeting even solved some problems. We've been on so many auto trips, all over the West and Midwest, and never had any trouble. It was all saving up for this one particular little trip. Wait'll you hear. . FRIDAY FORENOON we were k sailing along near Spanish Fork, V in the left lane. Bumpity bump-ity bump-ity bump. Flat tire, surely. Too much traffic to pull slowly over to the "emergency" lane on the right side, so we pulled off to i the left. Tires looked perfect. Started out slowly again, and . the bump was worse. This time it showed a fist-size bubble on the left rear, all ready to blow at 70. We pulled off to the left and prepared to put on the spare. Now I had never used the jack on this car, and besides it was covered with luggage and the spare was locked in by a magician. Finally got the rear end jacked up and just before I got the bad tire off, the car fell over sideways because we were on the slope, and cars and trucks were roaring by three feet away and it was 145 degrees. NEXT TIME around I got the change made and we limped into Spanish Fork, where it took the guy an hour to put on a new tire. He saw us coming. Just as well pulled a silk stocking over his face and held a gun on us all the time. Never paid so much for one tire in my life. My Lady Fair Louise looked around for something to steal, but everything was too big and heavy. Made us an hour late into j Richfield, and the rain started to fall when the golf tournament was half over and I missed a chance to take Bob Finney of Price for a least a buck. Also, lightning bounced off my head but did not hurt. Next day we drove to Capitol Reef, and. there is a trip you must not miss. Paved all the way, about 70 miles from Richfield, Rich-field, and the gorge is absolutely spectacular. Doesn't seem possible pos-sible a road ran through there at one time the only road to Hanksville then. Also, this was the site of one of the last rebelling re-belling communes of polyg-amists. polyg-amists. TV reception must have f been terrible in that canyon, around 1900. AFTER A FRIED CHICKEN luncheon we headci for Fish Lake. That is, most people did. Not us. Coming backward out of our parking space, MLF looked back and said "all clear." So I backed into a small post, which had no business being there in the first place. It is mechanically mechan-ically impossible, but that post fit perfectly inside the fender, up against the wheel, with only a very slight paint scrape. Couldn't go forward or backward. back-ward. Out comes the jack again. Jacked up the whole rear end to push it over sideways, but the jack wouldn't reach high enough. Now we would be there yet, eating left-over potato salad and stripping chicken bones and trying to trap rabbits . and lizards, if Sam Taylor of Moab hadn't pulled a spade out of his car and dug up the post. People who live in Moab are always equipped for anything, and thank Hevvins for Sam. WE DROVE about a mile and found the right front tire was halfway down. The only filling station within 479 miles was there and we got free air. The rest of the day was comparatively com-paratively uneventful driving, but we loved a motor boat ride on Fish Lake, during which MLF did NOT become ill, and the highlight was the outdoor dinner served by the incomparable and inimitable Casey Bown, head PR man for Fish and Game, and his crew of game wardens. They had 12 huge iron skillets buried in coals, with lamb chops and fried potatoes and almost instant service for 140 people. I asked for chocolate pie with whipped cream and almost got dunked. Sunday m o r n i n g breakfast -was served by the Richfield National Guard, in the city park, and it was perfect. Cakes, fried eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, sausage, ham, gallons of delicious de-licious coffee ... no chocolate pie. SO THEN it was time to pack up and go home, and here MLF had her bigdisappointment.Our motel bed was king-size, and she learned after 30 minutes effort that the sheets were too big to fold into the overnight bag. She tried to wrap them around her under her dress, but she couldn't walk. At the filling station the boys found that right front tire far down again, and decided to take a look. It was ready to fall apart in two places, so we had to buy our second tire in 200 miles. Crazy thing all our tires looked like new when we |
