

Takes me back to my childhood when my folks took my sister and I camping all over the western United States and Canada in a 1968 VW transporter we called “the bus.” I remember one trip into Canada where we traversed the Forestry Trunk Rd. There was, I recall, only one gas station roughly halfway down this isolated gravel track. We got a flat tire on the road, and the best the station could do for us was to put in a tube. Ah, very nice memories.
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