We took a trip to central/eastern Washington on Monday, June 10th. We took the scenic route and I believe the above photo illustrates why. On the way up, we stopped for gas, a quick breakfast, and we finally arrived at our destination of Cashmere, Washington. The prize, a very nice '57 Chevy pickup that has been the apple of my dad's eye for quite sometime.
Started this a couple of weeks back. Time I finish. We started out pretty early and arrived ready to go, purchased the truck, and were on track to get back to Washington about 7pm.
30 or miles outside of Cashmere, with me following close behind the truck, my dad blew a tire out of the new prize, crossed the oncoming traffic lane and we wound up - on either side of the road -with a flat tire, no real way of repairing it it, yet nothing but our pride hurt. There was no jack (the car's didn't really stand a chance), and as my dad attempted to maneuver, the pin holding the accelerator pedal together with the engine (already very loose) decided it would be a good time to fall off in the crab grass and vanish. Major setbacks, even in our age of super-technology, yet my dad forgot his cell phone and mine had long since died taking the previous pictures and playing games and having not brought my car charger. Our lengthy yet potentially fun excursion had turned into a comedy of errors. We tried to figure out our next step, knowing one of us had to find a towing company and the other had to stay watch over the car and truck.
It took my dad a while to find a somewhat reasonable tow back to Cashmere, and we finally got back to Toutle Lake around midnight, but I had a great time spending time with my dad.
