January 31, 2014
FLD Copo wasn't too happy with our long drive across the U.P. to the Baraga Correctional Facility, his new home for the next year or so.
We weren't too happy either.
It started to snow when we were at dinner the night before and by morning there was at least six inches on top of the snow that was already piled up. Even though our alarm woke us before 6:00 a.m., we weren't able to get ourselves underway until after 8:00. Traveling with puppies sure slows you down!
|On M-28 heading west across the UP. Sunshine!|
Then a tire pressure warning light on the van's dashboard came on. We stopped to make sure none of the tires were flat and guessed that they were just low given the recent sub-zero temperatures. We didn't have a tire gauge. We needed a gas station and drove a long way before we found one. No air, the compressor was frozen. Miles later we spotted another air station winterized with plastic and duct tape.
Finally, a gas station east of Munising had working air. There were about 50 snowmobiles parked at the pumps or off to the side. When I went inside to buy a tire gauge I had to work my way through a heavily suited crowd. Many of the snowmobilers had come inside the station's small cafe to warm up. They reminded me of spacemen with their full-face helmets and air warming masks.
I finally asked the counter clerk where I could find a tire gauge. He pointed me to the automotive section, where I had already looked. As I walked away to look again he asked, "Are you just needing to air up a tire?" "Yes," I said. "Here, you can use this one," he said, handing me a gauge.
Yay! All tires were low. We took advantage of the stop and parked Harper and Copo. Again. Luckily there was a cell signal so Tammy could call RUM Steve to let him know we'd be late. He said they would adjust, but asked us to come to the main entrance when we arrived.
"There are people who want to see Copo," RUM Steve said.