Trip: Rescue of a GMC
So, by this time I was in full forum swing and was starting to make connections on here in the Wyoming thread. Turns out, one of the members had tried going over beartooth pass in Decemeber. Why? I have no idea. But of course he got stuck in a stock GMC. Apparently they hiked out a long ways to get to cell service to get picked up. By now it was March. They Forest service was planning on plowing the pass soon; when they do that they give 0 ****s about cars/snowmobiles on the sides of the roads. They obviously wanted his truck back so he asked if a group would want to come try and help.
As most events go online, about 5 of us said we would come and help. Slowly one by one as the day approached, they dropped out like flys.
Typical of online events.
Soon, I was the only guy left saying he would be there. And damn it! I was ready for an adventure and had a new winch! I packed Frankenstein up with basic gear for an over nighter, plus as much recovery gear as I had, including my little brother, and we set off.
We met up with the guy in Cody, who was driving a Ford double cab short bed powerstoke, and set off up Chief Joseph Highway. One of my favorite roads.
After we turned of onto the Beartooth high way, it didn't take long to hit snow. I aired down to 8 psi and let my dogs out as i knew it would be slow going from here. The guy i was with had never heard of airing down so i told him to go to 20psi for now.
It sure was pretty up there. Not too cold either.
However, it was very slow going. Either he would get stuck, or i would get stuck. And we played tug oh war the whole time swapping spots on who would lead and who wouldn't.
At this spot, I tugged out his heavy truck and heard a lot pop. My front bumpers mounting plate had bent. Not cool. Only on the one side though.
It wasn't long though before the sun started to set.
Now the original plan was to meet up, camp, then spend all day saturday getting his truck. We had only met up in Cody at 5:30pm. It was approaching 8-9 now. He had wanted to go up to see if we could even make it to the truck. We got into a rhythm and just kept going.
By this time it was very slow going. We had to shovel often to try and get the trucks back up on the crust. Grant, my brother, and I where getting tired as we had been doing most of the shoveling. I had no idea how much further we had to go or what to expect. I was extremely grateful for my lights though!
Finally, we made it to the truck. Grant and I's hearts sunk.
Holy...
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That..is one. Stuck...truck.
