A mile from our campground, Monica had a flat in the fog. We had gotten separated and while we were trying to reunite, an ambulance went past. Both of us were relieved to find the other safe.
The air was so thick that water collected on the tube and made it tough to patch.
Monica's tire was finally succumbing to the damage caused by the brake before we fixed it. I felt bad that I hadn't spent more time trying to find a new tire but good that I could fix the tire well enough to keep us on the road.
