When I sunk into the mud and started spinning my wheels in David’s back yard, I was grateful to the nice neighbor-man who was able to pull me back onto the grass. He couldn’t pull me any farther, and I (quite mistakenly) believed that when the ground dried out, I’d be able to drive off, since I always park here.
But, two days later I realize I am still stuck.
It finally occurred to me, Oh yeah! I should call that Good Sam emergency service thing and see what they can do for me!
Within an hour, super-winch arrives. (Though there was a slight miscommunication about the size of my rig.)
Lots of misadventures this week! I’m not sure why.
I’m headed to Austin, Texas soon…