My Husband is MacGyver

So for our Sunday, Justin's only day off he wanted to go fishing. He had bought a map showing the backroads in our area so we were sure we could find our own secluded fishing place on the river. We loaded the dog in her big kennel and off we went with a route picked out. The 1st route the map showed was one we had already tried, goes through someones field and onto fenced private land with no trespassing signs. Our second route shown on the map wants you to drive right through someones yard. Again and again we tried, the map showing us proper roads where their are fields and farms and no access to the river. At one point we could see the beautiful blue water but still could not get to it. Finally after 3 hours of driving and searching through muddy trails and after Jon had drove over the map in his anger, we decided to go to a park we know about on the river and pay to fish and swim. Driving to the park Justin was not talking much so I was quiet. Once there I let the dog out for a swim throwing her tennis ball in the water. Justin did not seem like he was enjoying his one day off at all. Then he mentions, how far is it to the the nearest town H..? Why I ask? He says that we are mostly out of fuel, not sure if we can make it, should we try to go back to our town or will little H.. have a gas station open. We load up the dog and away we go slowly and carefully, using neutral when going downhill. Thinking about the fuel situation we hit a bump in the road we previously hit and should have remembered. At the crossroads we decide to go to H.. as it is a little closer and should have a gas station. Next corner we turn Justin suddenly stops the truck and jumps out. We have broken a tie rod holding and steering the right front tire. What are the odds. Still 20 km away from H.. Justin says as long as the tire points straight we can keep driving, the gas tank is past red. Up and down hills we go and around gentle curves in the road we get to H.., and there is a gas station, open, but now we have to wait for a train before we can get there. When we go to cross the tracks our gas tank light is flashing and beepbeepbeepbeep. I thought, Oh please do not let us get stuck on the tracks, but we roll in to the gas station. As the attendant fills our truck we realize that this is also a hardware store. Justin searches for something to hold the wheel in line follow the steering. We buy some wrenches, washers, metal clamps and duct tape. Adding a tie strap from the dog crate, Justin is able to put it all together like a metal enforced cast for the brocken tie rods arm. Then it is the 30 min drive back to our town. We made it back to our house and just barely as the wreches were breaking through our cast. Now how is that for your only day off! How come every thing we do turns into an adventure?