We passed Fallbrook Road, where we had taken pix last April (e:heidi,51874) and I wanted A to turn around so we could head out towards the cemetery and the compressor station we saw last year.
As soon as he headed toward the berm, I knew we were stuck.
A nice couple comes up in their chevy truck, asked if we had chains. Nope, I don't keep chains in my truck. They say they're headed to the Legion just over the top of the hill and they'd ask if anyone had chains and could pull us out. Another truck stopped, "Got chains?" "Nope."
Next, a frack waste water truck stops. He's got chains and a thick Southern accent. Our local fire chief, who also owns a tow truck (and I have his # in my phone), pulled up behind us. I'm sure Shawn got a chuckle out of it.
A hooked up the chain.
And he towed us out. I should have tried video.
He wanted to tow us to the top of the hill but we said just out of the snow would be fine.
So yeah, irony abounds. Uncle Dudley thinks the out-of-state gas workers have been instructed to be nice to the locals whenever they have a chance.
[A says I should have gotten out and taken pix, the snow was really deep where we got stuck.]
Heh - fun story with a twist. I am glad you didn't take a video. The pictures are awesome for this story.
Getting stuck aside, that looks like a nice winter country drive. Nice that you had several offers of help. And yes, ironic that it was the frack truck that was successful.