The quest for tires

After a refreshing night's sleep, we all headed to breakfast in Dutch Flat, only to find that neither the Oddfellows nor the Hotel were serving breakfast! Catastrophe! We drove to Colfax instead and went to Mom's Kitchen, which was good, but not Oddfellows-deep-fried-bacon good. None of the tire places were open either, which was nice. We called around and discovered that the closest tire place was Roseville/Rockin, which is pretty far, but better than limping all the way back to the bay area. After discovering that Costco and the evil Wal*Mart did not have our tires in stock, we eventually ended up at Sears after fifteen minutes of circling the city sized Westfield Galleria mall. We had lunch at Il Fornaio, and then wandered around the mall for hours waiting for our car to be ready. When we finally got the call to pick up the car, I asked what had caused the flat, and it turned out to be a pretty large rock, which had somehow made it INTO the tire. I was too tired to quiz the tire guys on how it got in there