What an adventure we had yesterday. We drove to Johnsville, New York to Mohawk Drumlin Creamery to see and purchase our new and favorite sheep yogurt.
Because our spring is so late, our trees are just beginning to bud. We have trees sneaking out tiny buds of future leaves along each side of our roadways… wondering, “Is it safe to embrace spring?”
The drive from Gloversville to Johnsville is a lovely drive. The route we take is rarely traveled, so it is quite relaxing. But it is a back road. Winter was, without a doubt, severe this year. Those very cold days caused roads to buckle and heave in protest, leaving some rather (let’s say) bumpy spots.
Scott piloted around most of the really severe buckles and heaves, but as we approached the creamery? Well, let us say, there was a sneaky pothole that maybe we should call a sinkhole (it was so deep). We were focused on finding the correct driveway not watching the road. Before we knew it, our poor Baby Girl had dropped in and bounced out of a sinkhole… shaking her whole being.
OnStar said we should turn in the next driveway. When we parked and exited the car, we heard a soft persistent whooshing.
Poor Scott, here we were a long way from a gas station with a flat. The flat could wait a minute or two. We went and knocked on the door to the home we had driven up to. It didn’t look like a creamery, but OnStar had told us that was the correct address. We knocked. No response. We knocked again. Still, no response.
We went back to the car and Scott looked in the trunk for our spare tire.
While Scott was looking for the tire, I called Mark at the creamery. I asked him where they were and he quickly figured out that we were at his next-door neighbors. I told him it would be a while before we would arrive at the creamery.
We had a flat tire. His immediate response was, “Let me come over and help.”
Just as I hung up the phone, a pickup pulled in the driveway… the people who lived there returning home. The husband got out of the car saw there was a problem and immediately started to help. Before we knew it we had Mark and Bob, the man whose driveway we had invaded, pulling out air compressors and testing to see if the tire could self seal. Turns out the tire could not self seal because it had split open. So the three of them quickly removed the damaged tire, replacing it with our spare.
While the men swapped out the tires, I met and visited with Bob’s wife, Mary Ann (she is a nurse) and their beautiful golden retriever, Simon. Too quickly, they swapped the tires. Bob and Mary Ann were delightful… acting as if swapping tires on cars was an everyday occurrence. They asked, if we are ever out that way again, please stop to see them.
What an aggravatingly blessed day we had…
P.S. About the creamery tomorrow…
