BroncoMama
Rock Diva
- Location
- Just south of craziness
It all began yesterday morning when the day dawned bright and sunny with minimal clouds. We had been planning on going to Silverton for the day, but with the weather looking so grand we decided to load up Lemon Joy and take her as well. A mere 45 minutes into our journey, KABOOM, we have a blowout on our trailer. Not really that big of deal, brand new spare goes on and we are back on the road. The clouds are starting to build a little over the mountains, but we bravely push on. After lunch by the river, we spend our afternoon exploring in our favorite yellow vehicle as the clouds disappear. The end of the day finds us up Picayne Gulch at the Sound Democrat stamp mill at 12,000 feet when it suddenly starts to get pretty chilly. We rage back to town for dinner, load the Bronco and start home about 9:15. What a great day! 
I had just settled in for our pleasant drive home when Chris starts fiddling with the mirror on my side. Insert profanity here, and "my trailer brakes are locking up, look at all the smoke behind us." So we pull over about 2/3 of the way up Molas Pass and he hops out to discover that our brakes are fine, instead the brand new spare tire is flat. What the world, you ask. Turns out when he loaded the Bronco the rear tire was pushed up against the trailer fender, a bolt gave way and the fender was rubbing the tire. And now we're down to 3 trailer tires, a Bronco, and 100 miles from home. Quite a quandry, but thankfully we've never been wise enough to avoid a crazy scheme, so off comes Lemon Joy, in goes Chris and off they go! I followed with Tri-pod the trailer and away we head. After gassing up in Durango, Chris decides that it's going so well, let's just head for home instead of leaving the Bronco at his sister's house. Now keep in mind that it is a holiday weekend and there are TWO motorcycle rallies happening around Durango and there are police everywhere. After passing EIGHT cops, we rolled into our driveway at 1:30 this morning safe and sound! The only near mishap was when a porcupine darted out in front of LJ, turned and ran back off the road at the sight of those fearsome TSL's! And there is my crazy story for today.
Random side note: our last trip up Picayne was 3 summers ago in Chris's Ford and we had double blowouts on a switchback that day! No more Picayne Gulch for this family...
I had just settled in for our pleasant drive home when Chris starts fiddling with the mirror on my side. Insert profanity here, and "my trailer brakes are locking up, look at all the smoke behind us." So we pull over about 2/3 of the way up Molas Pass and he hops out to discover that our brakes are fine, instead the brand new spare tire is flat. What the world, you ask. Turns out when he loaded the Bronco the rear tire was pushed up against the trailer fender, a bolt gave way and the fender was rubbing the tire. And now we're down to 3 trailer tires, a Bronco, and 100 miles from home. Quite a quandry, but thankfully we've never been wise enough to avoid a crazy scheme, so off comes Lemon Joy, in goes Chris and off they go! I followed with Tri-pod the trailer and away we head. After gassing up in Durango, Chris decides that it's going so well, let's just head for home instead of leaving the Bronco at his sister's house. Now keep in mind that it is a holiday weekend and there are TWO motorcycle rallies happening around Durango and there are police everywhere. After passing EIGHT cops, we rolled into our driveway at 1:30 this morning safe and sound! The only near mishap was when a porcupine darted out in front of LJ, turned and ran back off the road at the sight of those fearsome TSL's! And there is my crazy story for today.
Random side note: our last trip up Picayne was 3 summers ago in Chris's Ford and we had double blowouts on a switchback that day! No more Picayne Gulch for this family...
