Layton Fire Department

The girls and I went running with our BOB last Friday and three miles in we decided to take a break.  We'd made it to Ellison Park and the girls were ready to get out, stretch, and run around themselves.  At the playground Lyds and Soph raced each other on the slides and chased each other on the bridge until they were eventually worn out.  It was clearly time to leave, so I returned Sophie to her seat and Lydia hopped back into hers and we were ready to race home.  Or so we thought.  As we started off I noticed that the stroller was pulling to one side, and on closer inspection realized that the left back tire had lost a significant amount of air.  What?!  It had been fine when we'd left home, and Jon has done numerous repairs on these tires (due to the abundant number of thorns we have in our area) and I was amazed that after all the goo and the insert that he'd put in it that the tire could lose that much air that quickly.  Perhaps if I'd been pushing the stroller the goo could have done it's job and filled in the guilty holes releasing our air, but who knows.  I knew we'd never make it home without some help, and I really didn't want to bug Jon at work even though I knew he'd come rescue us in a heartbeat.

Fortunately for all of us Ellison Park is right next to the Fire Department, and so we took a chance and went in with the hopes that they had a tire pump and would be willing to assist us and send us on our way.  I'm sure we looked a mess, at least I looked a mess!  But they were quick to lend a hand.  One of the gentlemen sitting behind his desk went to look for a converter so he could pump up our tire while the two women in the entrance entertained our girls from behind their desks.  They loved Sophie's curls and learned all about Lydia's pigs and how she's growing up and will be "tall as my Dad" one day.  One of the women went into a closet and retrieved two Junior Fire hats and two sets of bracelets.  The girls were delighted.  It was then that we were directed past the fire trucks  to the equipment that would hopefully do what we needed it to do.  And thankfully it did!  There was some concern from the man who'd gone to find out what sorts of tools he had that he might blow out our tire as he tried to pump it up with just the right amount of air.  Fortunately it didn't blow, and in total it took no more than ten minutes from the time we walked into the Fire Department until we were on our way again, but it meant so much to us!