Sometimes the wheels fall off. Sometimes one wheel nearly falls off. I stopped here and camped for the night as a midway point on my way to Zion. I had a permit in hand for the Subway, a favorite of mine. I was excited, but something felt off. I kept hearing this faint clunking sound coming from the rear end of my car. It got worse the next morning. After I shot sunrise, after I broke down camp, and after I was back on the road to Zion for an hour or so, I pulled over and stopped in a small town. I walked around my car, looked underneath, and bounced my trunk. Nothing. I couldn’t pinpoint it. Sure enough when I started driving again, it came back. Except worse. I stepped out and called my wife. After a lengthy conversation, and with her encouragement, I came to the conclusion to turn around. I was already 7+ hours away from home and had another 3-4 hours ahead of me. I was prepared to cut my losses.
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