We’re travelling to Twillingate today and had another flat tire on the trailer. There are pressure sensors on our tires and they let us know when there’s an issue. I don’t know if the extra weight from the new car, the rough roads or if it is just their time, but it’s a pain, especially as we have a longer trip today. Some great soul noticed us and turned his truck around and is giving Jerry a hand with the tire change. You have to love Newfoundlanders. He recommended a tire shop in Grand Falls and we were in and out in about 10 minutes.
We’re getting pretty good at packing up and getting ready to roll. Because of the rough roads I took extra care with the fridge. The Phaeton has a big domestic fridge with double doors and a pull out freezer on the bottom. Condiments and small items are placed in carousels and I set a damp rag under the carousels to ensure they don’t slide. It works pretty well and I have the added bonus of being able to find things easily. Anything that looks like it might slide out goes in the crispers and meat drawer. Even then, I’ve learned to open the fridge doors carefully.
I refuse to drink wine out of acrylic glasses so we have a set of stemmed wine glasses. I don’t mind “roughing it” but you have to draw the line somewhere. To protect them when we’re moving, I pull our fuzzy socks over them and place them in a bin.
We pulled into Twillingate around 5. It looks charming and I’m looking forward to exploring tomorrow. While walking Rocky, Jerry met a couple of who were sitting close to us on the ferry. They recognized our rig. Our trip itineraries are similar so Jerry exchanged phone numbers. I think we made some new friends.
At Our Own Pace 