It rained and the ground was wet.
Boggy, in fact.
Yep, I knew that, but still...
There is a tree lopper making his way along the street, tidying up low branches of the nature strip trees. He has been doing it for a while now. I thought, at last, he is up to my place. I dutifully moved the family car further into the backyard yesterday so I could park the van after it. But, no, it was raining and no workmen doing the trees at my place
In case you don't keep tabs on it, the backyard here received another 35mm or 145points, or 1.45 inches of rain up to 9am today...
After dropping off the gels and their friends this morning, I drove right in again, and left the van out of the way too after the next grocery delivery run.
Well, not really...
I had swerved in to the front parking area a little too fast and moved sideways a little into the drain at the front gate.
And got bogged to the hubcap.
Freaking hell!
Spent 10 minutes rocking forward and back, throwing in dead foliage under the wheel, some flat wood pieces, a log, and then went away.
Tried to get the car out of the back yard to tow out the van.
BOGGED the wagon in the backyard too!
A bit of gravel, some gentle too-ing and fro-ing and swearing, and IT MOVED. T'anks a lot Marvin!
So then I moved the car to the van, looked for a towing rope [I had one somewhere] but made use of a new length of nylon rope I only just bought. A nice yellow one. Inserted tow ball into van tow bar, wrapped rope around it and the wagon's tow ball eight times, and tried to pull the van free. Very gently.
Ah. Nah. No way José. Too wet, bugger it, the wagon slipped--- so STOP!
Another driver may have helped at this stage!
Sucked it in, swallowed my pride, and asked the tree guy for help.
Yep- no worries! Just had to fetch his Ford F250 ute* from the garage across town... 10 minutes...
Yep! it pulled the van out no worries! Gave him a bottle of my best homemade red wine.
The van and the wagon left big tracks in the lawns, bugger it.
That was my hour lunch break- getting out of a bog of my own causing!
Yeah, the ground was soft, so I really did not think clearly about it, and shit happens. Wet dirty shit...
widowed speedsailing dad with mild MS succeeds at getting four kids out into the wide blue world. Scored!! four in the wild! semi retired maybe. Mad keen speedsailing windsurfer , ambition 35 knots or much better ! ex geologist , sort of drone pilot. Coffee lover. SF reader,
Thursday, July 21, 2011
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