We spent a day and a half parked behind the tire store in Wörgl without incident. We saw no one, and probably no one knew we were there. There was no light at night at all. On Sunday morning we went to a packed Catholic church service (since we had much to be thankful for!) It was first communion for about 30 7-year-olds . . . but not a frilly white dress or veil in sight. And Susan thinks she was the only woman there in a skirt.
In the afternoon we biked around the town and along the river, watching a flock of swans take off from the water--a noisy undertaking. In the evening we were visited by the young man who had helped us the day before and his wife. He was just checking to see if we were all right. He brought us juice; we shared our wine.
On Monday morning we left the parking lot behind the building and parked in front so we could be the first in the door at 8 a.m. The man at the desk said he had nothing to fit our 16” rims, but he made a call and sent us another kilometer down the street to an even bigger truck tire store. We arrived about 8:30 a.m., and they had us on our way by 10 a.m. with two new tires. In the process we discovered that the we had been driving on two tires that were 10 years old, probably original to the vehicle with 58,000 miles on them. We were grateful to learn that we had had good reason for our trouble and that it wasn’t a newer tire gone bad too soon. For all the trouble it could have been, we came through it about as easily and cheaply as we could. And now we have new friends in Austria.
We are now camped just south of Innsbruck by a small lake, surrounded by mountains. The view is arresting, to say the least. We are tempted to stay a while.