The Mother Trucking Mudpocalypse, PART 3: It Is What It Is
Monday morning brought with it, Praise God, a dry, albeit cloudy sky. We woke up with our emotions in check after Sunday’s cry-fest and figured the best thing we could do would be to go inspect the damage and gather some more tools for the hopeful truck rescue.
We donned our mud-appropriate clothing, put on our game faces, and drove out toward the mud pit. We did not trust my car, Ella, to make it through the muddy road, so we parked her in some grass and walked, or more like schlepped, our way through the squishy hundred yards or so of wet ground to the edge of the pit, stopping every now and again to shake off the mud that was accumulating on our boots. Upon arriving at the edge of the pit, we breathed sighs of relief.
|There's Bruce! Waaaaaaay down there. And good and stuck.|
For the past two days, vandalism had been one of Drew’s biggest concerns. He heard over and over again Saturday night that vehicles left in the mud pit are quickly vandalized – windows bashed in, tires slashed, etc. He had REALLY not wanted to leave the truck out there alone for two days. Thankfully, even from up on the ridge of the pit we could see that Bruce had been completely untouched, even though he was still sitting in some very intense mud. As long as we knew where the truck was located, there was hope for recovering it; potentially having to make major repairs to damages done was a major stress factor for Drew, but we didn’t have to worry about that (yet). We figure that the weather was so bad that no vandals were willing to trek down there to do Bruce harm. And we are also thinking that we have some very hardcore guardian angels.
I took a lot of pictures of the truck and the landscape of the pit while Drew checked out the truck and the mud around it. He felt optimistic that we could figure something out, so we schlepped back to Ella so we could head home and work on our plan.
|Bruce was "sledding," which means that the under carriage was sitting on top of the mud. Not good.|
|I enjoyed fitting the truck into the background of pictures. The pop of red adds a nice touch.|
|Oh, hello, raccoon or coyote prints.|
|I mean, really, crop out the truck and this is beautiful!|
|This shot pretty much says it all. Does it look a little green-screenish to anyone else?|
|I got to see my first blue bonnets! They are very lovely.|
Drew decided that in addition to the recovery straps we already had, we would be better off getting a high-lift jack so that we could get rocks and gravel underneath the tires in order to get Bruce a more level footing before trying to pull him to safety. We went to an off road shop in Fort Worth for the jack and we solicited the employees for any help they might be able to offer – they gave us advice (and lots of sympathy), attempted to contact anyone who might have a big enough truck with a winch, and wished us luck.
At home, Drew ran his idea past Izak, who would be giving Drew a hand with his plan the next day. Then, Drew spent the evening thoroughly researching how to safely use a high-lift jack and being encouraged by successful stuck-truck recoveries documented on YouTube. It is always nice to realize that many people have gotten themselves into worse trouble than you! Some people out there have done serious damage to their vehicles by getting them stuck and then not being smart about how they recovered them. We kept wishing circumstances were different or that we had access to different equipment and tools, or that the pit was closer to trees and paved roads, but there was nothing we could change, and the phrase , “it is what it is” became our mantra.
As optimistic as Drew was, in my mind I was preparing for the worst. I dreaded the idea of leaving Bruce stuck in the mud, doomed to abuse and vandalism, while we spent two and a half more years paying off a car we couldn’t drive. At the same time, if that was the worst I could imagine, then I figure we weren’t that bad off. Sure, the scenario I envisioned would be ROYALLY AWFUL, but at least we would be safe and healthy and in possession of one not-stuck car. Silver linings, people. SILVER. LININGS. We had optimism, we had hope, and we had a plan. It was time to pray for a rain-free night and attempt to get a good night of sleep in preparation for what was sure to be a long day ahead of us.
The conclusion to the Mother Trucking Mudpocalypse is coming up soon! Get excited!
|This is probably my favorite photo from the entire Mudpocalypse. Maybe it'll get framed and hung on the wall. Is that okay, Drew?|
|We'll get you outta there, Bruce!|