This is what the front yard looks like.
One minute you could be stuck in the mud and then next minute you could be stuck in a drift.
Ris and I made plans to make it down to the cabin to get a bunch of work done. We got an early start. Joe decided to drive us down and leave us there as there was another pickup there for us to drive back. We should have seen the writing on the wall.
We slugged through the mud and turned to go East when we started hitting drifts. Joe had been over that road with the tractor the day before but it was drifted in again, despite the warm temps. He onioned through several drifts and we finally came to a standstill in a particularly heavy, wet drift.
It was too bad there was only one shovel in the pickup. He dug the whole thing out and chained up while Ris and I gossiped and drank 7-up in the pickup.
We got going again. Ris and I both agreed we would have turned around, but it had become a personal mission for Joe to get us down to the cabin. We hit increasingly bigger drifts before we finally became extremly high-centered on a huge drift. Luckily, Ris and I had predicted this and had called Matt 15 minutes before this to start heading down with the tractor. Matt made it down and cleared the rest of the road for us.
The road going south was muddy and snowy, but we made it to the cabin. Ris and I started priming and touching up on the mud for the next 5 hours while the guys headed back to the house to finish feeding.
When Ris and I left later in the day, the warmer temps had turned the muddy roads to a completely impassable obstacle course. But we gave it the old college try. Ris made several attempts to actually jump the pickup onto the road while I ran ahead on foot to open the gate so she wouldn't have to stop. Fast foward 5 minutes and the Dodge couldn't have been more stuck. We had packed food and water and cell phone chargers but no cell phones. So we took off walking as it was going to be hours before the guys came looking for us.
We took off for the main road. The mud on the road was deep so we jumped off the road. Ris became majorly stuck in the ditch. Snowy slush coming dangerously close to flowing over the tops of her mud knee-high mud boots. We got her out and trudged along. She practically had to carry this fat preggers half of the way. Our plan was to get to the main road and go to an empty house that is used in the summer by a neighbor. Our hopes were that A) the house was open and B) the phone was connected and C) we could actually get ahold of one of the guys. Lots of holes in that plan, but it was warm out and we were optimistic.
As we neared the main road (still another 8 miles from home) we saw a guy driving a Ranger with tracked out in the middle of nowhere. (An anomoly, as we would NEVER see anyone out there.) He seemed a little concerned why we were out there walking, but let us use his cell phone. Then he went on his merry way and we continued walking to the road. We finally stood by the road for about an hour until Joe showed up in the tractor. We were both getting cold by then and I wondered if I was having contractions, but Ris assured me that it was just because I was SERIOUSLY out of shape.
Joe had to pull the Dodge an entire mile with the tractor. When he got there, we all decided that was probably the last trip we were going to be making in the pickup on that road until the forth of July.
Ris and I were happy to get home and eat beer-butt chicken, watch Sex and the City and fantasize about living on a beach.
2 comments:
That was fun...now that i am warmed up! A lot of horror movies start out by people walking and a stranger out of no where shows up...weird
Sounds like you had quite the adventure! Mom and Dad have lots of snow too... hard to believe since it was 65 here yesterday. I think they'll still have snow in June.
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