Redwolf's Journal (continued)

So I had lunch with my dad today. He and my stepmom recently celebrated their anniversary at the Grand Canyon. They had a couple unexpectedly (and undesirably) interesting days. Camped out at the North Rim, they decided to head off and visit some of the lookout points even more off the beaten path. Something like 12 miles off the paved roads, the truck started pulling left. Sure enough, they had a flat tire. After some variation of the 'fix-a-flat' can that gooped up the damage okay, but didn't inflate the tire sufficiently to drive on it, my dad started the process of putting on the spare. Like so many people, he'd never had to do that in his current vehicle, and the jack provided was probably best described as "wimpy." It took about two hours, but he managed to get the spare on and start back. After covering about half the distance back to pavement, the truck started pulling right. Yep, two flat tires in the space of six miles. After considering options,

I just wrote up two pages of setting information for a D&D game, including coming up with a slight variant on prestige classes. Of course, I'd rather be putting more thought into the Midnight game I'll be running tomorrow rather than defining stuff for a campaign idea I bounced around a while back as "maybe a neat idea to run sometime." Go figure.