I tell Erasmo to back it up because I'm the BEST side driver ever and we roll backwards down the mountain. Then, the car comes within kissing distance of a tree. I don't know if I should laugh because we look like total tourists or if I should cry because the car is epically stuck between the mountain and the road in a colossal ditch. Being the cool, calm and collected man that my ever patient husband is, he gets out of the car to attempt to push it out. No luck. Call a tow truck? No. It doesn't even fit on the road let alone can it come up the road to be parallel to the mountain.
Our car looks like a miniature hot wheels mockingly waving it's little front wheel drive tires at us while we PRAY that we can get this car out without plunging ourselves to eternal death on the other side of the mountain because behind us we can't even see the bottom of the mountain. Either we'll hit a million rocks and trees on the way down or we'll be eaten alive by hungry adorable black bears.
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| Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros, 2015 |
This would be a perfect time to panic or have an insane argument about the car being stuck, but really what would that accomplish? Who wants to fight over a Ford Focus anyway. With night wanting to drape us with its madness, we proceed up the mountain to get to Donna. Donna was our cabin master whom looked to be in her 60's, but I wouldn't be surprised if she was indeed in her 70's. Don't let her oldness fool you. This woman picks up hitch hikers on the side of the road with their pick axes and spiked hiker boots. She clothes them, feeds them, bathes them, and releases them like little white doves onto the Appalachian Trail. I was more afraid of her than I was of an actual bear. Lord, be with us.
Donna was hanging out in her truck as we approached her. With feeble voices we voice our concern. She immediately has an idea. "Load the shovel, rake, 2 by 4's and these towels. Let's see what we can do. Get in the truck. " At this point , I'm sweaty thinking we're going to be left for dead in the middle of nowhere. It will be dark in a matter of minutes. No one knows where we are! The back of her truck is loaded with an onslaught of weapons. I mean really? God don't let us go out like this. Donna orders me to rake up the gravel that our spinning tires smoothed out and orders Erasmo to put the boards under the tires. She then orders me to get in the car and press on the gas while her and Erasmo push the car out. Gravity wins this round. The car spins on its tires and moves not an inch. Bratty little Focus.
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| Carolina Hinojosa-Cisneros, 2015 |
Donna calls everyone she knows. Ted Norwood: We had just trespassed on his property not too long ago having a blast in his little train village. We were glad he wasn't home to recognize us. Charlie: Keep him in prayer he has a bad heart, but was overjoyed to want to get us out of the ditch. Adventure doesn't come along all too often. Marty Moody: He'll get us out of anywhere for a price. And he did so with a chain and Donna's Ford Explorer within seconds of nightfall. Our wedding cash came in handy - all of it. Thank you, Linda.
Moral(s) of the story:
1 . You can trespass and not get shot, but I wouldn't recommend it.
2 . You can do it together and come out of it alive or let it sour everything you've built.
3. Rhinestone studded chanclas are not cute in the mountains especially when you have to hike it after your car gets stuck.
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| See #3 |
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