Streakerfreak
Jan-Kee
7wt and I decided it was time to get out for a few hours and do a little exploring. The plan was to check out some unmaintained roads and then head to some ruins from the 1800s in my hometown.
We met at a parking lot a few miles away from the roads. Generally I am no more then a few hundred feet away from my truck. It's always prepared for cold weather, recovery, and emergencies. I never have to worry, so when I jumped into his truck, I did not think to grab any extra stuff besides my camera. Its not often that I am unprepared for something, today would be the day to change that.
As we made our way down the roads, we took note of all the rock walls, root cellars, etc. Pretty common in rural New England. There was a nice covering of snow and the ice was pretty think over the swampy areas.
Let's talk about irony. As we turned down a road, Jarret commented on the thickness of the ice due to the cold weather this month. Suddenly, the driver side tire cracked through the ice. We had found a thin spot!
Climbing out of the truck we noticed that the rest of the ice was very think. We figured that we would be able to rock the truck back onto the thick ice.
Did it work....nope! The tires just tore up the thinker ice, causing us to get stuck even more.
It was at this time I realized I had left all my cold weather gear back in my truck and we were with out the gear to make a proper Hi-Lift winch. I started to get cold and my fingers were stiffening up. It was time to set my camera to full automatic mode to keep my fingers off the camera as much as possible. Jarret had a pare of work gloves which helped a bit, but my hands were still bone cold.
We broke out the Hi-Lift and other gear. As we accessed the situation we decided it was best to Frankenstein the gear into a Hi-Lift winch. No it was not the proper gear, but it was are only choice.
It was around this time we started hearing blasts from a shotgun, in the near distance. Again, we were unprepared and did not think to have orange vests. Huge mistake, I know. I was clearly more worried then Jarret was about the situation. A few years ago I was shot at while in a No Hunting State park. The branches next to meet broke off from the shot. After that experience I tend to be a little more apprehensive about situations like this. Luckily, nothing else came out of this and we were back to the stuck situation.
We met at a parking lot a few miles away from the roads. Generally I am no more then a few hundred feet away from my truck. It's always prepared for cold weather, recovery, and emergencies. I never have to worry, so when I jumped into his truck, I did not think to grab any extra stuff besides my camera. Its not often that I am unprepared for something, today would be the day to change that.

As we made our way down the roads, we took note of all the rock walls, root cellars, etc. Pretty common in rural New England. There was a nice covering of snow and the ice was pretty think over the swampy areas.

Let's talk about irony. As we turned down a road, Jarret commented on the thickness of the ice due to the cold weather this month. Suddenly, the driver side tire cracked through the ice. We had found a thin spot!

Climbing out of the truck we noticed that the rest of the ice was very think. We figured that we would be able to rock the truck back onto the thick ice.

Did it work....nope! The tires just tore up the thinker ice, causing us to get stuck even more.


It was at this time I realized I had left all my cold weather gear back in my truck and we were with out the gear to make a proper Hi-Lift winch. I started to get cold and my fingers were stiffening up. It was time to set my camera to full automatic mode to keep my fingers off the camera as much as possible. Jarret had a pare of work gloves which helped a bit, but my hands were still bone cold.
We broke out the Hi-Lift and other gear. As we accessed the situation we decided it was best to Frankenstein the gear into a Hi-Lift winch. No it was not the proper gear, but it was are only choice.


It was around this time we started hearing blasts from a shotgun, in the near distance. Again, we were unprepared and did not think to have orange vests. Huge mistake, I know. I was clearly more worried then Jarret was about the situation. A few years ago I was shot at while in a No Hunting State park. The branches next to meet broke off from the shot. After that experience I tend to be a little more apprehensive about situations like this. Luckily, nothing else came out of this and we were back to the stuck situation.
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