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                    | Rim Road Ruckus - Day 2
by Nick CoonsAug 18, 2004
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<< Day 1
 We 
awoke the next morning, me being last up as usual.  I enjoy taking advantage 
of being able to relax in this environment.  For breakfast, the main course 
was fresh raspberry and chocolate chip pancakes made from the berries we 
harvested the day before.
 
 Half of our group went to Knoll Lake 
for some fishing and boating, while the rest of us went exploring back 
on 300 to meet up with them a little later on.  As we turned on to 300, 
there was a great view that we pulled over to witness.  This was unfortunately 
followed by a view that none of us wanted to see -- A flat tire.
 
 The 
right-rear tire was losing air but still maintained some pressure.  We 
continued on, hoping to find a helpful stranger with an air-compressor 
to refill the tire sufficiently for us to reach town.  Putting that downer 
aside for the time being, we backtracked to Knoll Lake where we hiked along 
the lake for a bit, then I took my turn at the rowboat.  My little sister 
and I headed out on the lake and made our way to the island.
 
 After 
the journey around the small but tall island, we made our way back to shore, 
strapped the boat to the top of the Jeep, and drove back to the campsite. 
 On our way, we found the rest of the group going the other way on the 
dirt road.  Fortunately, they had decided they'd clean up the rest of the 
campsite.
 
 Within five minutes, we found a group of people who 
had been there for several days, equipped with quads and an air-compressor. 
 The air-compressor quickly refilled by flat tire, and oddly enough it 
held air just fine for two days.  Making our way back to 300, and then 
continuing south on SR 87, we all decided that it was time for the traditional 
family Pizza Factory dinner, though this may be our last stop here.  As 
someone in our group mentioned, I think Pennzoil recently bought them out.
 
 It 
wasn't that much longer until we made it back to my parents' house where 
everything was unloaded, and I headed home.  Sometimes I wish every weekend 
could be spent like this, though without the flat tire.
 
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