The turn of the screw, or my day at camp

My souvenir of the day. 

"My tire was flat. The atmosphere at camp was anything but," suggested the camp counselor.

I was staring at my car, at the utter flatness of the back left tire, at the reality that I may truly be stuck at camp forever, never to return home.

A few hours ago, I had been driving merrily along the highway in anticipation of what I thought would be a fun-filled visit to a local summer camp. I planned to interview participants, counselors, and whomever else wandered by for a feature in the paper.

But instead... upon arrival, I detected an unusual hissing from the back of my car.

The camp's maintenance team took full control of the situation, but the prognosis was grim. We peered at the hefty screw (see photo) sticking out of the tire.