Oh, self-inflicted wounds are the worst!
We were on are way, back to Chilkoot. We were on the hunt for bears! We wanted to see bears! We are on the road to Chilkoot, when Larry felt a vibration in the front passenger wheel. While he was slowing down, we heard a clunk. So, we pulled over…
What did we find? The tire and wheel held on by one, yes ONE, bolt. The clunk we heard was the first one falling to the roadside. The rest fell off in our hands as we checked them. They had all sheared off! Why, you may ask?
Well, we had the Dodge in for a recall service, and we were told we should have the front brakes done soon. But we were in the middle of helping Trent and Angela get their house on the market. And we still had some brake left. And we went on our merry way. To Alaska. In hindsight, probably not our best move.
In Dawson Creek, Larry noticed that the last of the brake pads were gone. On Canada Day, in Canada. A Sunday. So… we decided, its just brakes. Larry did the job himself. The only thing we can figure is that either the lug nuts were not put on tightly enough or too tight.
And as they say, the rest is history.
But we are so thankful for our Fantasy RV Tours wagon master and tail gunners. They came and picked us up, helped us arrange the tow and find a shop to do the work. The only thing they couldn’t do was magically have the parts delivered. All this happened on a Wednesday afternoon. In Haines, Alaska. Guess where the closest parts were? Seattle, Washington. And so, we wait…