I was reading brusets story about his first time in the pines and the fear of getting stuck. It got me thinking of unexpected hikes and sleepouts due to spinning tires.spinning tires have a special sound in the deep dark of a pine barrens night, I can hear them so clear as I think of my many misadventures. Not to mention hours of digging on hands and knees with the best improvised shovel you could manage.
I remember one time out near high crossing when my buddy ray decided to go through a puddle at about sixty mph in his subaru. (actually this is more of a breakdown story then a stuck story but I am always changing thread topics) The car goes thru and just dies on the other side, stone dead won't even crank. Well it is march and about 34degrees out with a light mist falling just to enhance the ambiance. There was no way we were walking out in the dark so we some how managed a fire and we slept on the floor mats beside it. in the morning we walked north to the tracks and then out to Atsion. We walked down to the wagon wheel to use the pay phone. it was sunday and my brothers first son was being christened and everyone I knew was there. Ray's wife was not answering the phone. Well long story short we walked most of the way to Rays place in folsom,got tools, climbed in my truck and drove back. Turned out to be a fuse.And yes he had a spare in the fuse block.
I remember another night out near apple pie when me and Sam spent 5 hours scrapping cold mud from beneath my old nissan pick up. On the way home we were starved, I stopped at the gas station at rt.72 and jackson road.I remember telling the girl at the counter that we wanted some hot dogs. She said " how many" I said " all of them" .It was like 2 am and there must have been ten hot dogs that looked like they were over done about three hours before. Boy with enough mustard they were tasting pretty good.
The worst was the night I sunk my pickup. It was that big puddle on the way to apple pie, last left before carranza turns to dirt. It was a little deeper then it looked, by about three feet. I still remember the look on my friends face as the engine sputtered to a stop and the icy water began rising over our feet and up our legs, "smooth" was all he said.
I remember one time out near high crossing when my buddy ray decided to go through a puddle at about sixty mph in his subaru. (actually this is more of a breakdown story then a stuck story but I am always changing thread topics) The car goes thru and just dies on the other side, stone dead won't even crank. Well it is march and about 34degrees out with a light mist falling just to enhance the ambiance. There was no way we were walking out in the dark so we some how managed a fire and we slept on the floor mats beside it. in the morning we walked north to the tracks and then out to Atsion. We walked down to the wagon wheel to use the pay phone. it was sunday and my brothers first son was being christened and everyone I knew was there. Ray's wife was not answering the phone. Well long story short we walked most of the way to Rays place in folsom,got tools, climbed in my truck and drove back. Turned out to be a fuse.And yes he had a spare in the fuse block.
I remember another night out near apple pie when me and Sam spent 5 hours scrapping cold mud from beneath my old nissan pick up. On the way home we were starved, I stopped at the gas station at rt.72 and jackson road.I remember telling the girl at the counter that we wanted some hot dogs. She said " how many" I said " all of them" .It was like 2 am and there must have been ten hot dogs that looked like they were over done about three hours before. Boy with enough mustard they were tasting pretty good.
The worst was the night I sunk my pickup. It was that big puddle on the way to apple pie, last left before carranza turns to dirt. It was a little deeper then it looked, by about three feet. I still remember the look on my friends face as the engine sputtered to a stop and the icy water began rising over our feet and up our legs, "smooth" was all he said.
