I did it again! Whyyyyyyy?!Wednesday, May 22, 2013 by: Joseph Corbiere
I DID it again!!!
I got stuck and this was a doozy!!!
A few weekends ago, it was a beautiful day, Saturday actually.
My wonderful girlfriend and I took a cruise up along the shores of Superior.
There was still snow on the ground, especially in the sheltered spots.
After riding for a hour or so, we started checking out the turnoffs to the Big lake, they call Gitche Gumi.
A few spots had some people enjoying the sun, so we went a little further.
As I turned down this one trail, I noticed some tire tracks.
I thought... great, someone has broken trail.
Well, I rather quickly observed and spoke up “hey, they must of backed out”.
Now, if I would have heeded the warnings there would have been no adventure.
No need to navel gaze and contemplate why , why, whyyyyyyyyyy? (I probably would have been writing about Harper’s senators and wondering why)
Why didn’t I heed the warnings?
Why did that fragile male ego take over?
Why didn’t I stop?
Hindsight being perfect and all.
Sometimes, I think “hindsight” means what end, one might be thinking from?
Anyways, I remember thinking “Beautiful day, good day to be alive, my truck can make this.”
Well, It was a beautiful day.
As I followed the last twist in the trail, down the slight incline, I remember thinking “looks like lots of snow”.
Ahhh, but it is in the open sun and should have melted.
Well, it didn’t.
I got about half way across and bogged down.
Rocked back and forth and started to go up the hill backwards.
That last little twist in the hill, caused my wheels to act like brakes when I tried to make the turn.
Mmmmm. Oh well, I will just go forward and try and spin around.
You know do a fancy slide. James Bond type move.
Well, needless to say that didn’t work soooooo well.
Really got bogged down.
Well, my trustworthy companion and I got out to take a look.
Of course, I was looking for the minimal amount of work to do to get out.
Just like in the song “The Truck Got Stuck”, by Corb Lund:
I guess I thought I was the pick up man in the Joe Diffe song:
Now, my gf is a real sweetheart, definitely not a “Pampered Princess”.
She didn’t cry, pout or leave me.
The highway was only a few hundred feet away.
She stood by her man, pitched in and got her done.
She didn’t even call me some well deserved names.
What a woman!!!
Well, anyways being into the man thing I didn’t call my budz, and my 2 sons were in Timmins and Toronto, so I couldn’t call them.
I thought all we had to do was dig out a few feet and turn that truck around.
Then make a wild run up the hill and around the corner.
Well the more we dug it broke the ice crusts, jacked up the truck we go a few feet.
Get stuck again.
I of course kept thinking I almost made it.
Just a few more feet.
It didn’t quite work that way.
The snow was that granular crap, just like crushed gravel, it packed really well.
Not well enough to hold the wheels up, but well enough to hold the truck up.
The wheels were spinning freely, not touching bottom.
It turned out to be a romantic evening.
Moonlight, whispering winds and we were lulled to sleep by sound of the surf, gently crashing on the beach.
It wasn’t too cold.
And yes folks, we did spend the evening in the truck.
Heated seats, the lap of luxury.
Luckily we had dined at Chummy’s prior to our excursion.
My thoughtful g/f didn’t eat all her scone and bologna special.
So we got to share that for our moonlight feast.
We had water, packed, in those special see through and flexible containers.
We would wake up periodically, jack up the truck, dig some more and try again.
Probably jacked the truck 15 to 20 times.
I am getting good at jacking up.
Finally, at 7 am we bolted out of there.
Freedom and the open road.
Yahoo! Now remember, we got stuck at 3 pm Saturday afternoon and got out at 7 am Sunday morning.
16 wonderful hours with the love of my life, and she, the man of her dreams. (Or maybe her nightmare)
I think I intrigue her.
There is always the wonder of what will happen next.
Life isn’t a highway, but life is an adventure. (LoL)
Although, I think the g/f may be tired of adventuring with me.
I don’t know, I mean I even bought her a chainsaw for Christmas.
She's got her own green rubber boots.
What a else can a woman want, right?
I do have to admit she is pretty reluctant about going anymore with me.
I think she wants to drive now!
Till next time.
PS. Thanks to the GR Fire and RESCUE guys for rescuing me last winter!