bearing up on the border

Well our collective fear of burning out a wheel bearing was not without cause. The one closest to the corrosive southern ocean sea breezes gave out last night. 
It had been warm from the start, but after easing the brake tension & it still getting hotter than its opposite partner, I braced myself. 
Lady Luck was in though as in my tiredness I took the longer route to Robinvale & in the dark, parked by a beaut little camp ground attached to a servo with restaurant. The village is called Boundary Bend due to its location on the state boundaries. 
Earlier I,bought a bearing kit, because it had a grease cap included, but also because I might need a bearing. If it fits, this could be a very quick fix. But I'm learning to prepare for the least best options in life.  

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