About an hour from home on I-75, another RVer was motioning to us. At first we thought the lady was going gaga over Charlie Dog, as so many passing motorists do, but it turns out she was telling us we had a flat tire! Bob pulled off the road, and sure enough, one of the trailer tires on the passenger side had blown....again! It must be something like a "rite of passage" or sacrifice to the road god. This was at least the 6th time we've had a tire blow, and the 3rd time on that particular axle. Bob can't figure out what is going wrong. Before we headed out, he made sure the pressure in the tires was right and all were in good condition. Luckily, we were able to get another tire in Sarasota, about a half hour up the road. The mechanic there said the valve core of the tire was missing. It might have vibrated out which caused the tire to blow. Anyway, after $116, we were on the road again, hopeful that would be the worst of bad luck along the way.
The weather was unseasonably cool, but gorgeous after the rains of a few days ago. We got to our campsite, set up, and spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the peaceful outdoors, and later a campfire.
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