One of the spare wheels is roughly pulled out from under a dozing Monkey and rolled around to where the broken one is being pulled off. Yuuko keeps whispering to hurry. They're coming, he says. I can hear them. Can't you feel their footsteps shaking the ground?
Maybe it's just mass hysteria, but maybe we really do feel the earth starting to shake, as though giant footsteps were coming towards us. The replacement is thrown on as quickly as possible and we break away at a run.
So quickly, in fact, that we don't pay attention to where the trail is. Oh, great. Now we're lost in elephant country.
We spend two days trying to wander back to the trail. Yuuko suffers from several noogies and indian sunburns for making us panic that way.
At least we can take the opportunity away from the beaten path to hunt down some delicious buffalo!
Unfortunately, we seem to also be a ways away from the buffalo's grazing areas. However, Urist manages to shoot enough of those tiny deer-like things (antelope?) that we have more meat than we can all carry back to the wagon.
After a few more days we manage to make it to Independence Rock without further damage to ourselves or our property.
It's apparently so named because if you don't reach this rock by Independence Day (July 4), you're behind schedule on your way to Oregon. Fortunately for us, we're way ahead of schedule. Also, it appears to be one of the country's oldest graffiti walls.
So we'll take a short break here. Anyone have any ideas to bring up, now's the time!