I’m late here too but congratulations anyway!
When I was a bit younger my brother and I took my Dad’s new full-size Blazer off-roading. We weren’t supposed to even be driving it.
Later that day, with the Blazer a mile back into the county forest- the running boards the only thing keeping it from sinking deeper into the muck and cattails- as my brother and I hiked down the county highway in the drenching, coming down an inch every 15 minutes or so rain, looking for a house where we could make a call I realized that some parts of driving off-road were not as fun as others. Then, later, when we arrived back at the site the Blazer was (now, after the afternoon of rain a “pond” with the Blazer a good 20 yards “out there”) I promised myself if I ever got Dad’s Blazer back home I would never get myself into a mess like that again. We did get it out with the help of some teenage friends who were stupid enough to take their truck in there too. But it was after breaking a snap-strap, two chains, the Blazer’s jack, and driving over enough small trees to build a fort.
Now, I like to walk. But I still have a snap-strap in the truck “just in case.”
Shhhhhh, Dad still doesn’t know…
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