My adventure got waaaay too exciting-- waaaaay too quick! I had exited a smaller highway and onto a rural scenic byway, which around 4 o'clock, was empty of traffic. I was three hours into my journey, and only about 20 minutes from my destination: the abandoned "mining town" of Virginia City.
Entering a state park, I pulled over to turn around to look at a sign I had driven past too speedily and promptly got stuck in a slosh of mud in --what looked to be -- a shallow ditch! Well, it was shallow until the truck tires sunk! I rocked the transmission back and forth between drive and reverse, managing to dig myself deeper. No 4-wheel drive!!! :-(( At that point, my heart started pounding because I was very seriously stuck in the middle of nowhere, alone, with dusk approaching! And I also thought how much I missed my Buddha Jeep that could handle the sinkholes of St. Thomas--this would have been nothing!!! (Sigh!)
I got out to discover my rear tire was dug down to it's halfway point...! Now I was seriously scared to be stuck in the mountains with no cell service and a cold night approaching. Not only that, I wondered if I would make it to The Abandoned farmhouse I was dying to investigate, or if this whole day of travel was wasted. Would I be able to reach a tow service? I was calm but internally freaking out!
I started walking back to the highway, in hopes of help. A car came speeding by as I stood in the middle of my lane, trying to wave it down. It sped on, completely ignoring me, not even slowing down!!! (Insert curse words here!)
I kept walking (truthfully, I was really only 30 feet from the truck) when I heard another engine. I waved, it slowed, and the window rolled down. Two big, backwoods-burly country boys inside a big, backwoods-burly truck! I could not believe the blessing and luck! In about 3 minutes, the truck was back on the road, and that time includes one of them hooking up a chain ("I carry this chain just for this reason," he said) and the other getting in the truck to steer it out. So simple. And what relief! I thanked these guys over and over again and promised to pay it forward. I cannot adequately express how blessed I felt! And it turned out kinda funny, in a blonde-moment kinda way, ya know??!
Occasionally I pick up hitchikers, unless the internal voice says "No". Now you know why.
That was Adventure #1... Adventure #2 began shortly after at the abandoned "town" of Virginia City. Adventure # 3 began several hours late, and I was in the house at dark... The Abandoned farmhouse... (Insert sound effect: wailing of a banshee)... in there for nearly an hour. As an aside, I took over 300 pictures today!