No one needs to be introduced to
the idea of river angels. They are
indeed a band of angels that line major shorelines and rivers to help paddlers
with a wonderful home-cooked meal, a camping spot, a trip to the grocery,
laundry, and even first-aid or medical assistance, all to help them continue on
their way. We had a chance recently to
encounter a couple of highway angels.
We were headed for Medicine Park,
OK, and Lake Lawtonka with our RV.
Driving south on Hwy. 54, south of Weatherford, OK, I suddenly heard a
noise and felt a rumbling vibration. I
hit the brakes quickly to reduce speed, and Jean asked what was wrong. “Blow out,” I said. Like most rural roads in Oklahoma, there were
no shoulders, and there were steep banks falling from either side of the
pavement. I was screwed, and had traffic
behind me. I turned the hazard lights on
and crept along looking for a place large enough to escape with the trailer.
Finally I saw a farm drive ahead,
and turned in. I pulled off to the side
of the driveway so I wouldn’t block anyone needing to get in or out, and walked
toward the house to assure the owner that I’d be there only long enough to deal
with my problem. As I got near the
house, I saw a man working on his fence line.
He was Ken Rose. He not only had
no problem with us being there in his drive, but asked if I had a good
jack. We have one, but not one I’d call
‘good.’ We had used it previously, and
it fell a bit short of what I had hoped for.
Ken suggested I pull on up to the garage and use his 3-ton floor
jack. It made the job of changing the RV
tire not only safer, but a breeze. Ken’s
wife, Susan, meanwhile had come out to invite Jean inside, or asked if we
needed anything, like a drink or restroom.
I checked the spare tire air
pressure as I put it on, and it was a bit low, so I asked Ken if there was a
place where I could stop to get air as we continued south. He said, “Sure, just follow me,” and led me
around to his compressor. Like most
farmers way out in the country, he was set up to deal with almost any problem
with tractors or trucks, and he turned it all right over to help us out. They were angels indeed, because we would
have been in a poor fix without their help.
It’s a shame they are so far away from us, because they are the type of
folks that would be wonderful to become friends with. Thanks to their help, we continued on to
Medicine Park to enjoy several nice days.
It is heavenly to find we in fact have angels around us. We’ve since purchased five new Goodyear tires
and a two-ton floor jack. More on the