On our way to Rexburg, Idaho

It has been three months since we have seen all of our children. Boy were we anxious to see them all again.

The trip to Idaho was uneventful, except for.....the spare tire we changed when we arrived in Bismarck from Ft. Yates (Due to our fear that the tire on the trailer at the time was very worn and seperating and would blow!) was not very stalwart. As we pleasantly traveled along the freeway towards Billings, Montana, our "newly" placed spare tire's lug bolts had another plan to escape along with our spare tire down the interstate on it's own. Roger looked back in his side mirror as he felt a big bump and pulled over just as our spare tire went flying by us into the median and independently traveled for over 150 yards in two foot prairie grass. The search was on for the escaped tire! (My fear of snakes in the grass did not help the search.) Thankfully a couple in a truck stopped to help us and drove down the median until they found our tire and brought it back to us.

We felt lucky that our delay was only two hours to get a repair man to come and bring new lug bolts, and for us to limp along to Dickinson, North Dakota. (One of the new oil capitols of the United States) We bought a new tire and continued on our way. It sure beat the five hour repair truck wait we had this past summer after our tire blew on our U-Haul truck when moving to Ft. Yates, North Dakota this summer. All I can say is that I will take tire problems over engine problems any day.