After the third failure of the tire (announced by yet another rotating "hiss, hiss, hiss" sound), we realized plugs were futile and searched for a level, safe place to change the tire. Instead, we ran into this:
Yep. A crime scene.
A crime scene that had been declared a crime scene just prior to us rolling on it. Marked on the window was 5/4, 11am. My Timex read 5/4, 1pm. Cell phone, cooler, cigar case were inside. It was dusty--perhaps the truck had been there a few days. Whoever had driven it there had driven a very long time on blown out right side tires. The damage that disintegrating radials caused is apparent in the rear bumper, the non-existent rear wheel trim and, of course, the rims themselves. We (and whoever the driver was) were 50+ miles from anything. I only hoped the driver was now 30 miles from anything, but accepted the possibility that they were still in the area. I scanned for a human predator and loaded the HK.
Only one problem: our rear tire was blown, too. We couldn't get far.