I got my truck stuck in the mud yesterday. We’ve had rain and rain and rain and rain for the past month, and the ground is completely saturated, so the water is draining slowly, if at all, especially in the low areas.
We were painting a spare bedroom that we use as an office, so I drove down to the pond-house (a shed, really, where we keep supplies) to get a couple of tarps and some paint. I knew this was a bad idea when I did it.
It’s a low-lying area with a narrow turn around, lots of brush, and mud. It’s on a slight incline, so when I backed out of the turn around, my tires started spinning. Once again, I kicked myself for not getting four-wheel drive when I bought the truck three years ago.
This morning, I’m going to get the tractor, which is four-wheel drive, load up three 80 pound bags of concrete, drive them down and lay them in the truck bed, over the rear axle. With luck, then I’ll get enough traction to drive out. If not, then I strap the front of the truck to the back of the tractor, get Vanessa to drive one of them, and hope for the best.
Life on the farm.