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11-19-04
It?s early season, Colorado style. Eight ski days, none lift-served. All powder. I have sea bass and they?re very ill-tempered.
I drove the big ol? Bronco up the snowy old mining road, fighting through the ruts.
snowy 4x4 video
Got greedy, drove beyond a high turnaround, then lost all forward momentum. I switched to 4-low, backed down and got sucked into the driver?s side ditch. High-centered on the snow. We got out, scratched our heads, then made a plan.
I pull out my avi-shovel, crawl underneath, and dig. And dig, and dig. I then volunteered my buddy, Scott, to push while I hammered down the gas pedal.
Revving the piss out of the thing, unstuck, flying down the road backwards, wheels still in the ditch like it?s a railroad track, fighting to escape. Scotty-don?t is watching from above, his job finished. Steering-wheel cranked, bouncing up and down, Winter slams the ceiling on a thousand-foot ride in a bucking Bronco. VRRRRROOOOM
It finally escapes the ditch and swivels perpendicular to and on the ?road?. Brakes slam and the thing barely stops before rolling down that 50 foot embankment. A 20-point turn later, and we were parked. We donned our skins next to a steaming 1989 4wd rig that just barely passed a test.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead, then we headed up. Up, up and away from everything. Here?s Scotty, glad to be doing this as opposed to hitch-hiking home unskied:
And here he is with Mini-Me, doing more of the same:
We got to our destination after an hour of skinning, and buwhahaha, buwhahaha, buwhahaha, are you pickin? up what I?m puttin? down?
Left to right, those are the marks of Winter Mountain Dog, Me, and Scotty-do.
Can you feel that?
You know, that little chestnut. :twisted:
-mapadu
It?s early season, Colorado style. Eight ski days, none lift-served. All powder. I have sea bass and they?re very ill-tempered.
I drove the big ol? Bronco up the snowy old mining road, fighting through the ruts.
snowy 4x4 video
Got greedy, drove beyond a high turnaround, then lost all forward momentum. I switched to 4-low, backed down and got sucked into the driver?s side ditch. High-centered on the snow. We got out, scratched our heads, then made a plan.
I pull out my avi-shovel, crawl underneath, and dig. And dig, and dig. I then volunteered my buddy, Scott, to push while I hammered down the gas pedal.
Revving the piss out of the thing, unstuck, flying down the road backwards, wheels still in the ditch like it?s a railroad track, fighting to escape. Scotty-don?t is watching from above, his job finished. Steering-wheel cranked, bouncing up and down, Winter slams the ceiling on a thousand-foot ride in a bucking Bronco. VRRRRROOOOM
It finally escapes the ditch and swivels perpendicular to and on the ?road?. Brakes slam and the thing barely stops before rolling down that 50 foot embankment. A 20-point turn later, and we were parked. We donned our skins next to a steaming 1989 4wd rig that just barely passed a test.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead, then we headed up. Up, up and away from everything. Here?s Scotty, glad to be doing this as opposed to hitch-hiking home unskied:
And here he is with Mini-Me, doing more of the same:
We got to our destination after an hour of skinning, and buwhahaha, buwhahaha, buwhahaha, are you pickin? up what I?m puttin? down?
Left to right, those are the marks of Winter Mountain Dog, Me, and Scotty-do.
Can you feel that?
You know, that little chestnut. :twisted:
-mapadu