Sarah had been mentioning that she really wanted to hike up Saddle Mountain for… ohh, roughly forever. I honestly don’t know why I was against it initially, but for some reason I just wasn’t feeling it. I’d suggested that she go on her own, but somehow it just never worked out.
Finally, I caved and planned out a trip for us on Sunday. It didn’t quite go as planned. It didn’t go poorly (for us, at least), but it… well, you’ll see.
We drove out fairly early in the morning, and hit the main road to the trailhead by 10:00, give or take. We didn’t make it to the trailhead though, since we came across the first adventure of the day – a hybrid SUV stuck in a ditch! Yes – the person driving had tried to be polite and pulled off to the side of the road to let someone pass, and instead drove into a mud ditch.
Well, the Subaru wasn’t about to try pulling it out. So we sat back and warned people to slow down.
The first truck couldn’t pull it out either, so they offered the driver a ride back to the road (and cellphone reception).
The second truck couldn’t pull it out either, though the driver did decide to stay, in the hopes that the second truck (a huge Lincoln) would be able to do it.
The third truck (actually a Mercedes jeep thing) couldn’t pull it out either.
In the end, it was a combination of the huge Lincoln and an old man in a beat up Subaru that got the SUV out. Turns out, you need more than just a big truck… you also need to know where to attach the tow straps. And when an older gentleman in a well-maintained, very old car drives up and tells you how to do it right? That’s when you listen and learn. The driver of the Lincoln did both, and so the SUV escaped and made its way back to civilization.
Then, we continued up the road; a convoy of new friends, bonds forged in mud.
Until the Mercedes lost traction.
And slid down half the mountain.
Into the Lincoln.
The Mercedes and Lincoln, stuck together, then slid further down the road.
We all then proceeded to help extricate the vehicles from each other, and then spent another hour or so helping the Lincoln turn around. Then the Mercedes. Then we gave up and went to the beach, because clearly the road was cursed.
The beach was fun. We ran and played and frolicked and Ollie chased seagulls. I ate ice cream. It was good. And we didn’t get stuck in mud, or ice, or anything.