It was a BAD gig. About 6000 ft elevation in the Cascade mountains. 2 hours up a logging road, and about an hour from the bottom of the logging road to nearest town. Kirt told me there was a campground at the top, I repeat "THE TOP" of the mountain.
I get almost to the top, and there is this small "pull off", I call Kirt using the Onstar (no cell reception) and his response "ARE YOU AT THE TOP? GO TO THE VERY TOP"
Hindsight being 20/20, I did have a quad in the bed of the truck, and should have disconnected and drove up to survey the area.
Well...I proceed the last 100 yards or so to "the top", road bent to the left a bit and there was a snowdrift (July 4th weekend), blocking 1/2 of the road. I figured "I have this brand new diesel, she'll motor thru this", and pressed on. Motored thru she did.
I get to the top, and it crests, there is a small ATV trail, and then a steep dropoff to a meadow. NO CAMPGROUND! Seems that little "pull off" was was the campground.
SO.....cursing Kirt all the way, I start to back it down. Camper hits the snow drift and stops me. I pull forward and attempt again, same deal. I put the pedal to the gas and hit it one more time......she motors about 1/2 way thru the drift and then slides to the right, almost off the mountain. Camper is now listing about 30 degrees (no exaggeration). Only reason it did not go off the mountain was due to a few small evergreen stumps, one of which wedged between my tires.
STUCK like you read about. 4 low no help, buried my truck to the frame. No ciggarettes, and I'm hating life.
Kirt and my wife arrive just in time to sign the tow bill, which was very expensive.
Then there was "beer" involved Jim!
Kirt your Dad's saying is true "Tradegy + Time = Comedy"!
R/
Chris