Blackdawg
Dr. Frankenstein
Fires, Tires, n Bears eh?
Chapter 5: An Almost Lucky Ending
Chapter 5: An Almost Lucky Ending
The morning was quiet and beautiful. We all went on little walks to take in the beauty of the lake. Was a truly magical spot.
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This lake was the source of the delicious looking water we had followed up to find it. And it really did look delicious.
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Was going to be hard to let this day get better with it starting like that. And considering the small problem we were caught up in it probably wasn't going to get any better. Timmy needed tires though to get home and give back Mikes spare. Which meant we had to pack up and leave this seemingly holy place.
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We made our way down the cut and back to the main road, Texas Creek, and headed north until it turned to asphalt.
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Knowing we would be on the highway until we found a tire shop, we aired up. Which brought on a surprise for me.
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My CO2 had run out! Damn.
Well, what goes around comes around. Mike got his sweet revenge from three years ago when his ARB compressor died and he had to use my CO2.
This time I used his ARB.
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Sweet justice. Ha
Eventually, we rolled into Lillooet and went to the tire shop after refueling to see if Timmy could score some tires. We figured that 33x10.5r15 would be a popular size and easy to find. We were wrong. The shop had some but in an odd brand nonoffroad tire.
“I'm not paying $1000 bucks for tires unless there are ones I want,” said Timmy.
Can't blame him. Tires are an important choice and unless they were KM2s or Toyos, Timmy wasn't going to buy them.
This meant we would set out sights on Kamloops where we were certain that there would be tires.
Before setting off though we pull off the highway to overlook the Frasier River and eat lunch. The looks we got from other tourists pulling off for photos was priceless.
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We hit the highway hard not stopping for photos as we were running out of daylight. Kamloops was 2 hours away in a car. Took us about 2.5hours mainly due to Frankenstein's fat *** but also traffic. Something none of us really enjoyed getting back to having not had to deal with it much.
Upon hitting the outskirts of Kamloops though, we realized we had no idea where to look and Kamloops is not small and we were smartphone less.
“Keep your eyes open for any tire signs,” said Mike over the CB.
Almost instantly after he said that, I spied a very small BFG Goodrich sign on a small building up on the hill to our right.
“Got one! On the right.” I said.
We turned off the interstate, or whatever they call it there and proceeded to try and find the store. After a slightly confusing hillside entrance, we were there.
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We walked into the store which was more shop then store. Turns out it wasn't a tire shop but a shop that builds custom 4x4 vehicles for costumers of all levels. Our rigs instantly were noticed and the guys at the shop came out to check it out.
“Well, I'll be damn! What are you guys doing here!”
We turned and looked to see who had said it.
It was Brandon from Whipsaw!
What are the odds! We laughed and instantly started chatting with him about our situation.
“Oh don't worry, we will hook you up!” said Brandon.
The guys at the desk went to work calling tire shops for us while Brandon gave us a tour of the shop and some of the rigs they were working on. About 10 mins later the guys in the office told us they had found some KM2s for Timmy at Kal Tire and they said they would stay open till we got there! Which was good as it was clear on the other side of town.
“I'll take you there guys. Just let me change,” said Brandon.
He hopped into his dark blue Raptor and we set off for Kal Tire.
20 minutes later, we were there.
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Timmy got the paperwork in order and his truck was on a lift in no time.
“I'll be right back, going to go pick up Jason and I'll meet you back here,” Brandon said.
Not entirely sure why but we said sure thing and sat around waiting on Timmy's truck.
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Didn't take too long though and before long C'Bob had some shiny new shoes!
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Looked hilarious on the dirty truck.
“Alright! Let's go get some dirt on these babies!” Timmy said happily.
But Brandon wasn't done with us.
“You guys got a place to camp tonight?” he asked.
We didn't actually. Hadn't thought of it really.
“Come by my place and we will figure something out,” he said.
So we set off and went to Brandon's house just north of Kamloops on the edge of the golf course. There he invited us in, introduced us all to his family. Then proceeded to feed us dinner! Roasted chicken and mash potatoes.
“I've got a place you all can camp at. Just outside of town. Lot of fun stuff back in there,” he said.
Sounded great to us. We all caravaned out of town with him. Hit the dirt and aired down.
Brandon proceeded to take us through a series of very fun tight roads that wound in and out of trees. It was a hoot. Eventually, we came to a small lake with a large clearing to camp at.
Brandon and Jason stayed with us while we settled in and Timmy was sure to give them lots of his beer. We all could not believe the awesome hospitality and generosity he had shown us. We all laughed and told stories and jokes for a few hours before Brandon had to leave to go home. He told us to just follow the road and it'll take us back to the main highway where we could make our way from there.
We all once again thanked him extensively and said we would have to come back now just for him.
And with that, he left us in our nice quiet camp. What an amazing day it had been despite minimal dirt time. We went to bed high on life.
Like I said. Sometimes it's not about where you go, but the people you mean.
Thank you, Brandon.
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