As of 10:30 Thursday morning, Buttercup has made it home. After a frenzy of running about to catch buses to Golden, I made my way to the auto repair shop. Randy handed me my car keys as well as a piece of paper listing the full inspection of the car. "You may want to consider getting some of these things taken care of soon," He said. I looked at the items listed. The words "cracked" and "leaking" stood out. Granted, I don't want to spend any more money than I have to, but the thought of being stranded again along the highway in the near future sounds less than appealing. The problem with being a non-mechanical 22-year-old female is that I am never sure what repairs are necessary for the operation of the vehicle and which ones are simply a "good idea". But when I bend down and gingerly touch the still sensitive blister on my heel, I decide to postpone the purchase of the stilettos and instead find a tire shop to replace the bald front right. Hiking is always much more fun when it is on purpose.
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