My Hero

Some of you know my story about driving out here back in '81 and how I'd never camped or done much roughing it; you also know the part of this story where I fell all ga-ga in love with David all over again because he knew how to do everything and I didn't know how to do anything on that trip. And now it's happening again!!! Two nights ago as we were pulling into the Burwash Lodge on Kluane Lake the car began to make the most appalling squealing sound--it sounded like our rear axel was being torn from the undercarriage. It was really horrible and really scary, since one's brain immediately begins imagining all sorts of depressing scenarios of having to replace the entire car, thousands of dollars in garage bills, etc. But my Sweetie, deciding that before we call the garage guy he should at least take the wheel off and take a look, found that all that piercing squealing was caused by a small rock stuck between the brake and the housing. Removing the rock removed the problem. Give that boy a beer!!!