Premonition
Premonition By Dave Wright Hurricane Ridge, Olympic National Park I’ve never been a big believer in premonition, nor have I been particularly intuitive, but while driving our camper on our trip to Washington state last September, I felt this nagging suspicion that we were going to experience a breakdown. 1,700 miles later we arrived at Eric’s home without incident. Quit your worrying, Dave. Then, on a side trip to Olympic National Park, a noise like we were` dragging Marley’s chain rang out from beneath the camper. I pulled over on a narrow, winding road east of the park to discover a strap that held our water tank had rusted out. We had just filled up with water, so the tank hung precariously beneath the coach. I needed to drain the tank, and then lay in the swamp I had just created to attach the strap with a jerry-rigged piece of wire. Sue was impressed that I didn’t reach for the duct tape—usually my first choice for emergency repairs. Back on the road. Maybe this was...