Our move from Utah to Washington was a bit more exciting that anticipated. We loaded up a very full U-Haul truck, put our car on a trailer to tow and got all settled in for the long drive. Jack (almost 2) was SO excited to be able to see everything - he never gets to sit in the front seat (carseat/safety issues) and not only was he sitting next to mama and papa, he was sitting high enough to see everything.
We fueled up about an hour outside of the city and were commenting on how nice it was that the truck was newer (only 6k miles) and how great Jack was doing. We should have kept our comments to ourselves...about 5 minutes later, were were bouncing all over the place and had no steering. Miraculously, my husband was able to coast to the side of the interstate and we sat there for a minute quietly. Jack was all smiles, he thought it was great!
We got out of the truck, only to find that the right front tire had disintegrated! The metal wheel well was bent and we saw 50 feet of skid marks and tire shards all over I-15 behind us.
My husband called U-Haul and explained the situation (NO, we couldn't pull off at the next exit, there was NO RUBBER left on the tire!) and they were great - within an hour we had a mobile repair service arrive, remove what we left of the tire and return with a brand new one.
Jack was great - what little wouldn't like to play along side a major interstate?!?! This particular stretch was especially exciting - rattlesnakes could be heard in the grass and it was bloody hot (92 degrees F), not to mention that numerous trucks and families were whizzing by on their way to a fabulous adventure for themselves.
We got back on the road and arrived in Baker City, OR to spend the night - the perfect halfway point. Granted it was 2am, and we had planned to arrive much earlier, but we got a bit waylaid one the first leg of this adventure.
What would the next day hold? You will never guess!