The AlCan roads continued to be positively lunar, the way back every bit as murderously potholed as the way up. With each bounce and jostle, Miracle winced in pain and I apologized—to her, to the bus, to Jolene, to the cars stacked up behind us. At least we had some good seats.
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The flat tire
Last we left off, the engine had broken and our friend, Neil, came to fetch us south of Tallahassee. As we pulled away, I looked in the mirror and noticed that our trailer had a flat. Like a flat flat. Like it was squishy and plumed out on the packed sand road.
On the Road with Adie 