DEcember 28 #2

We walked out to the highway and hitched a ride to town.

The next morning I drove our car back taking along some short pieces of lumber, a sledge hammer and a chainsaw.

We worked all that day, jacking and pushing then when we finally got the truck aiming down the road we jacked the vehicle up and laid out lumber and small trees to form a bed for the wheels. The first time we tried to use the trucks own power to move ahead but it just spun our floating bridge out and buried itself in the mud again. The next time we put the truck in neutral then drove pieces of two by four into the mud as anchors and using the winch we were able to move ahead a few feet then the anchors gave way. We dug them out, re-jacked and re laid our bridge and did it over again. I don’t remember any more how many times we repeated this process. Finally in the late afternoon we were close enough that we could hook the winch to my car and use it as an anchor. We finally got the truck to dry ground around six pm.

About a week later, I had done the morning drive down the highway and John was driving when we got back to town. Just as we entered into town there was a fairly long line of cars ahead of us and we had to stop then move ahead as the line moved. It turned out to be a routine police check and it took us about ten minutes before we were at the front. The officer asked for John’s license, he quietly passed it over but when the officer quickly looked up at John’s face I suspected that something wasn’t right. The cop said, “Where’s your glasses?”

John’s face was rather red and he just mumbled, “At home.”

He got a thirty-five dollar ticket. His license required him to always wear glasses while driving.

We had to switch places and as I drove away I couldn’t help but remark, “Why didn’t you say something when we saw it was a police check. We had plenty of time to switch before it was our turn.”

He shrugged and said, “I just thought they would wave us through.”

Yep, bullheaded. John. John.