This Looks Like Something That Happens to Idaho’s Women Drivers

You would expect this to be something an inattentive driver would do.  Like a woman!  For all the miserable old crones who deny talking on their telephones as they drive, this story should fill you with schadenfreude.  I was out for a drive and sightseeing in northern Utah.  The sky was partly cloudy and the rays of the sun were breaking through over a mountain in the distance.  I wanted a picture.  I was on a rural road and there wasn’t much traffic.  Still, I decided to pull off into some gravel, stop and then get out and take the shot.  There was a Y as the road split in two.  The gravel in the middle was creased with tire tracks.

Apparently, those were high clearance vehicles.  I got stuck.  I tried rocking the car as if in a snowbank.  It made matters worse and my front tires sank practically up to the axle.

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As it was a cool day for late summer, I rolled down my windows and thought I could wait for several hours to flag a Good Samaritan.  Within five minutes, I had four people trying to help me place mats beneath my tires.  A few minutes later, a pickup truck stopped and, through the use of a chain, quickly pulled me out of the quagmire.  The driver explained the gravel area had become a dumping ground for local road construction.  The morass gets deeper and deeper and now swallows a lot more traffic.

The only drawback was the drive home.  Pebbles stuck between the tire treads kept popping loose.  I heard, ping, ping, and ping all the way to the Idaho state line.