It was off to Bandera again for another whirlwind trip filled with cedar removal and barn planning and lots of driving. (One of these days, we might be there long enough to meet one of my sweet blogging buddies who lives near there--the wonderful Lisa of the nine children)
We had a slight problem en-route. The hydraulic jack was at home in the garage. And the crank for the jack in the truck was mysteriously missing. Kregg figured out another solution for that problem, using a flat head screwdriver, a crescent wrench, and LOTS of elbow grease. I stood beside the road praying because the section of road where this happened barely had a shoulder. To be able to get the jack under the axle, we had to be on the edge of pavement, which left us about two feet inside the lane of traffic. It was unnerving to have semi trucks pass each other while squeezing past us. Thankfully, the Lord protected everyone.
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