Our Second Flat Tire

We were finally heading out from Boise, ID on our way to Oregon. We were all still sick with colds and so had decided we would only go as far as Pendleton today, a four hour drive. We didn't think we had any more energy in us than that. I had just put on the cruse control as we headed out of town, when all of a sudden a horrible noise and a lot of bumping, and the guy in the lane next to me pointing and motioning for me to pull over, made me look in my rear view mirror. We were shedding huge clumps of rubber. I realized that the other trailer tire, the one we hadn't changed for the spare, was falling apart in the middle of highway 84. I managed to keep my head and pull over to the shoulder. Elijah pushed the hazard lights button and we crawled along the shoulder at 5 miles per hour all the way to the exit. Going that slow we had time to look around. I realized that the exit we were approaching was the type of exit that had a lot of car dealers, lube shops, and a great big Wall-mart. Amazing luck! We drove into the Wall-mart parking lot which was vast enough that detaching our trailer and leaving it there while we went hunting for a tire wasn't going to put anybody out. The RV parts place, and the tire place that guy sent us to, were both an easy drive from where we were. The tire guy estimated an amount of time that was just long enough to go to Starbucks grab some coffee and snacks and get back to pick up the tires. We drove back to the trailer and put two new tires on the trailer and reattached everything. All in all it took us three hours and we were back on the road. Not bad for an extreme blow out. Guess it's a good thing our road trip must come to an end soon. Things are starting to fall apart at the seams. We still did the four hour drive, but man was it a lot harder after a dramatic tire change.