One of those mixed kind of days. This morning, I slowly explored Airlie Gardens, created in 1886 as a private garden for the Pembroke Jones family. Whimsical fun at Airlie: nine owls scattered around the gardens. SLO friends, the owls reminded me of the fish and cows spread throughout SLO. 

After the excitement of “owl hunting,” I headed to AAA for maps and books. To my surprise, this AAA had an auto service department attached. Since my tire pressure was low and my next errand was to find a tire shop to get more air, I had the mechanic check my tire pressure. And…he pointed out that my tires had dry rot. From my reading, I know that RV tires last for about five years. They wear out often before the tread disappears due to heat exposure and vehicle weight. With five year old tires toward the end of their safety range, I spent the remainder of the afternoon having my tires replaced. A bunch of money and several hours later, Addie has new tires – and I feel much more confident driving the rest of my adventure.