As we left the park on Hwy. 140, a ranger stopped us to look at our front tire: there was a significant bubble on the sidewall and the front two were almost completely worn. He helped us call National and recommended we put on the spare to get down the mountains. National said we could drive to Fresno (look at a map to see how far that is!) to get a new car, or if we replaced the tire, they might pay for it.We carefully made it to Mariposa and a recommended garage, but alas no tire available. Three more stops with no success, and we're on to Merced. We finally get to a Pep Boys and have the tire replaced - $95 and an hour later, we're on the road. All told, it took us 8 hours from leaving the park to our bed in Sonoma. I'm reserving energy for the fight with National over getting our money for the tire replacement. Even if we have to pay it ourselves, it was worth it to avoid a possible blowout on the way home. Many thanks to Glenn Gibbons at the Arch Rock entrance for his sharp eye on our tires!
We slept well after our adventure yesterday. Today we're wrapping up a few wineries we haven't covered yet, and revisiting a few we liked but didn't buy from. San Francisco tomorrow, then home Sunday. Where did the time go?!
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You got those postcards and posted them, didn't you? The pics are awesome, in the original sense of the word. Glad to hear there were no bears. It has been a very quick week. See you soon.
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