The trip went fine from there until we stopped in Cheyenne for lunch and I forgot to get gas. Gas was 2.73 there so you wouldn't think I'd forget so easily. So we stop at a place outside of town. Katy went inside while I was supposed to use her card to fuel up. I however did not know her zip code. I tried the three I could think of then it locked her card. Oops! I didn't want to "see cahsier" so I planned to just pull to another pump when Katy returned and suggested I just use my own card.
So I do and we go to get back on the road and this man taps on our window. I roll the window down and he tells me I have a low tire. Ugh! Seriously? So I get out and look and it's ALL the way flat, like rim on the ground flat. I tell Katy to pull to the air pump that's like 20 feet away. No biggie. But its not holding air, like at all. Again, no biggie, I can change a tire. But the parking lot is basically one big ice sheet/snow drift. So where do I safely jack my car up? I start using my tire iron to chip away at the ice.
That's when a very attractive, or so Katy says, man comes up and asks if we need help. I tell him I'm capable but a man would certainly make things go a lot faster. He busts out this jumbo jack and has my tire changed in no time. He gives me back road instructions for getting into town and sends us on our way. I feel bad that his cigarettes fell in a puddle.
We find a Discount Tire on the GPS, where I recently purchased new tires, and on arrival the guy, Tony, says he's not the same Discount but he'll take care of us. He had it repaired quick and no charge. He even fixed my spare that was also loosing air fast. That flat could have happened anywhere in the middle of nowhere Wyoming. It could have been a blow out. So many little delays led to us being so wonderfully taken care of.
I knew then that there were angles watching over us. But it became more apparent a few days later.