The consensus in Geraldton was the tire had to be replaced because the injury was in the side of the tire. How a bloody rusty small tile got there is beyond me.

I thought perhaps it’s been there for a long time…but the tire has been  manipulated by different mechanics over the last two weeks so I doubt that theory makes sense. I could have passed someone who threw it up…

First thing this morning I called a GM dealership in Thunder Bay who told me it would take several days to get that particular tire but they had others.

On a hunch, I called my dealer, Myers in Orleans, and explained the predicament. They told me it had to be the same tire and that it most definitely had to be replaced. Trevor tracked down a tire in Winnipeg for me (I will get that man a bottle of wine when I get back). I called a GMC dealer and they are expecting tomorrow with that new tire! Thank you General Motors.

So, as I am thinking about all of this, driving along, surrounded by rocks and pointy trees galore, I am wondering about chance and good luck. Why did I decide at the last moment to stop at the McD, get out of the truck and do something I never do which is lean on the bed and stretch…and notice the nail? It could have been a real problem in  bad spot had I not seen it.

Luck or a guardian angel? The GA idea will occupy my thoughts for a while.

The hotel in Dryden is on a stretch under water advisory and there was a swarm of bees at an intersection. Maybe they were Rotary bees welcoming me to the place.

Tomorrow, Winnipeg of course and then Brandon and out of Ontario!

New pictures. I chose teal to remind me of water…I don’t think it matches the truck but I don’t really care!