Lately it seems that I have been constantly trying to get myself OUT of being stuck. Stuck in mud, in snow in my lane, and then last night in the ditch. What on earth is going on!
It all started a few weeks ago with the whole driving in the grass circle that we were making in the yard close to the house. That story, posted here, was an hour or so worth of work and a whole lot of learned lessons. And then there was the time that we went to the neighbors to visit and have supper. Since they live a half mile away, and it is winter, we drive over. There were some drifts in the lane but I did not think too much about it as I proceeded. About half way up . . . stuck again. Another twenty minutes or so and we finally got out and up to the house. Then Friday comes. Really cold in the morning so the school system decided to delay for a couple of hours. Great for me, I sit a little longer in the morning drinking coffee, working on something, and visiting with the family before I go to school at 10:00. Only this time the wind had blown A LOT OF SNOW in my lane about half way down so I had a decision to make. Do I just drive on it with the chance of getting stuck? Do I shovel it out and still be shoveling at midnight? (the lane is about a tenth of a mile long) Being the brave, and adventurous person I am, I get a running start and BOLT right into the drifts, traveling for about ten yards, and then . . . you're right . . . get STUCK. Little bit of digging, rocking the van back and forth, all to no avail. And the tracks that I made were already being covered by the snow being blown again! I am not writing this in anger about my circumstances. Actually, I am amazed at how many times I can get myself stuck in such a short time frame.
That's not all either. Yesterday we drove down to the southern part of Ohio to purchase another van. Ildi had been wanting a 15 passenger for a long time, so this was the time and place to get it. Without giving you the details of the white, 3500 Chevy Express 15 passenger, we were coming back home really late with our van. It was windy the entire way, and the last hour the winds picked up considerable and even blew a few vehicles off the road into the ditch. When we finally arrive to our own country road, I noticed that the wind had blown A WHOLE BUNCH OF SNOW in the road. Since it was late, the snow plows would not be running until the morning. So what did I do? Well, not learning my lesson from the day before, I bolted right into the drift in the road and then my senses came to me. I looked ahead and saw only more drifts to battle, so I stopped. Ildi, who had been following me this entire time, had stopped back in the road on the clear spot while she watched. What to do? . . . I thought. So I started to back up and then IT happened again. My back right rear slid into the ditch! Stuck AGAIN! Four times in less than a month.