No place to stop on the bridge so we inched on and pulled over at the first opportunity,
coming to rest under the Georgetown water tower, next to the steel mill and right where all the logging trucks make the turn off the bridge and lumber into the entrance of the paper mill.
Not the most pleasant place to sit for a couple hours, waiting for roadside assistance. And apparently we weren't the first to have a flat tire here.
The only thing flatter than our tire -- a shoe, squished by the heavy logging trucks going by.
It was hot and boring, and by the time we were on our way again with two new tires ... four and a half hours later.