The same snow that made for a delightful afternoon of cross-country skiing on a recent Saturday did not necessarily make for easy driving down the 2 1/2 miles of dirt road near our neighborhood a day later. We’d driven to church with no real trouble, but, as we returned home, we found our way blocked by a blue truck in a predicament.
A predicament made much worse with the assistance of the red truck.
I’ll admit that I may have snickered a bit. I think that’s allowable. Having lived out here and traveled these roads for over 20+ years, we’ve had our own share of mishaps. Maybe nothing quite as extreme as blue truck’s situation, but we’ve had to dig ourselves out a time or two and engage the services of a tow truck at least once. (That was the most expensive outing to Pizza Hut ever. At the time, we didn’t have AAA Roadside Assistance. The tow out of a snowbank on the side of an icy road we shouldn’t have been driving on that day cost $80. The fact that we were stuck only 1/2 mile from home was the cherry on top of that whole situation.) There was also the time I was heading to a baby shower (that I didn’t want to attend, I might add) on a too icy road, braked on a curve, skidded, did a 180? or a 360?, and busted the bead on one of the tires. (Guess who got out of that baby shower?) Who among our neighbors can say they’ve never taken an icy curve too fast and needed to be pulled out of a snowbank? Probably none of them. So we’re all allowed to laugh when these unfortunate events happen to someone else.
And take video. With commentary of all the things they were doing wrong.
Let’s just say the red truck lacked enough muscle to get the job done and attempted to pull the blue truck out at the wrong angle. Thus, the blue truck drifted further down the hill and came to rest with its hood against a tree. As we, in our non-truck vehicle, couldn’t offer any valuable assistance, we skirted around the disaster and left them to figure out the conundrum they’d gotten themselves into.
Which they must have done, as they were no longer there an hour later when our visiting family drove down the road. I kind of wish we’d stuck around to see how they did it. My guess would be that the two ladies watching events unfold from another blue truck–a fancier, beefier blue truck–who informed us that they would be able to solve the problem might have finally taken pity on the men and offered their assistance.
As for books…
I recently finished reading Say You Still Love Me by K.A. Tucker, the fourth book I’ve read by this author in recent months. I enjoyed this romance, which shifted back and forth in time between when the main characters met at camp as teenagers and when they reconnected thirteen years later as adults. I just snagged another book by her from the library, as she’s become a new favorite author.
100 Books in 1 Year 