Not that it let me get back to sleep.
I had contemplated leaving on Sunday. Carrie felt sick and I wasn't sure what would be more comforting: Our presence or the silence in our wake.
I knew it'd be an early morning when Shane sang/bounced himself to sleep.
I didn't know we'd get a low tire pressure warning after 25 minutes on the road.
Or that it was from a nail.
Was the nail new? Or was this an old leak? At what rate would the tire deflate at? 50 miles? 100?
And why now?
Dramatic effect, perhaps. Shane and I chanced it. We got air at Wawa and bought breakfast. Then, we hit the road!
Five hours later, we ended up with these trouble-makers.
Beach week had begun!
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