Having a cabin once brought on many situations such as these. In order to get in, we'd be flagged down numerous times as stranded folks would see winch and automatically start frantically waving for us to stop and winch them out. Over the many winter months doing this, spending as much as six hours pulling numerous vehicles out, I finally gave up unless it was at night going up to our cabin. It was that irritating. And boy-howdy did I break equipment, theres and mine. I recall this fella begging me to pull him out of a virtual mud pit, a situation so bad I would never of attempted myself, but some folks wisdom seriously lacks much of their time on this earth. Having explained to this upset fella the sitcheeation, he insisted he'd hook up the strap, if I supply the mush, I did even after insisting his bumper would be damaged. As I applied power, I saw the lil bumper give way, but he kept yelling don't stop keep going. "get me outta here!". After I got him to pavement, began disconnecting my strap, he suddenly changed his demeanor explaining the Little Beetle was a restore project his father completed, that he did not know how to explain the damage. I looked at him merely shrugging my shoulder, too bad, so sad, oh well, so swell, You insisted bud I replied... He then said, "well, someone's gotta be responsible" I replied yes, I agree, I'm looking at him right now, you are the one responsible.
2008 that was, I decided to purchase a Polaris Ranger, I've used only that to go into my cabin passing all the yo-yo's stuck on the road. Over the years, the first snow is the worst time as dozens head up so lil Sissy wearing nothing but summer cloths and shoes can slide down a hill with her WalMart snow Disk. Yes, often times it is pitiful, then theres always the monster pickups that get hung-up really bad, break axels etc etc.
While I work my way around them smiling away, thinking, gee fellas, hope ya-all figure it out.
California, the land of Fruits and Nuts. And those kind abound.
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