We recently spent four days with the kids at a cabin up north. Our trip was pretty uneventful until we tried to leave. In this post, I share how our departure turned into an adventure.
Here’s the scenario… We had all four kids, our luggage, the food, and the garbage all loaded in the van. We started driving down this hilly, curvy, driveway (path) to get to the main road. Hubby paused so I could take a photo of the cabin…
and when we went to leave, we realized we were stuck. Our van was stuck in mud up to the running boards. So, we trooped back to the cabin I had just cleaned to a shine and called AAA.
After almost four hours, Tim showed up with his truck to save us. We all thought it would take about 10 minutes.
Then we realized the frost was coming out of the ground quickly and the rain from the days before had turned the path to complete soup.
We started a routine that would take us over an hour to complete…
Tim would get stuck just trying to pull 100 feet in front of us.
Nest, he’d winch us up to his truck.
Then he’d go a little further down the path.
He’d winch us up to his truck.
Each time we thought the next curve or hill would give us solid ground, we were wrong.
Almost five hours after our initial attempt to leave, we finally managed to get to the main road.
We were exhausted before we even began the three hour ride home.
When I shared this story with my dear friend, Jen, she casually said, “Oh. You went mudding.”
People actually seek out these opportunities and with the right vehicle it is probably a blast. But with a tired husband, hungry kids, smelly garbage in the car that needs to get driven to a dumpster and Easter happening the next day, we sadly couldn’t enjoy mudding with the proper gusto. Maybe next time…