What's Worse Than One Flat Tire?

Mike and I went back out to the Teton Canyon this evening to make some more photographs. We originally planned to photograph from the same spot we did last night. We got there a little early, so we kept driving up the canyon and sort of beat the bush. After driving for about a mile we saw a promising spot and Mike drove towards the canyon rim. Shortly thereafter we heard "clank, clank, hiss, hiss". So we blew a tire, no big deal Mike had a spare. However, we soon discovered we had two flats. We went back and found a harrow (a sort of plow with six inch spikes) hiding face up in the grass. We turned it on its end to help others avoid the same problem. Well, the light was good, so we made photographs until dark. Mike changed the front tire and we drove three or four miles out to the highway with one flat. Eventually the tire was so thrashed we had to drive five miles an hour. Tracie, my sister-in-law, was kind enought to drive us home. The Range Rover is parked out near the highway, and we'll get everything taken care of tomorrow.


Teton Canyon, 2006


Harrow, Teton Canyon Rim, 2006


Mike Changing the Tire


Driving on the Rim


Tire after the Drive


Rescued... Thanks Tracie