A Muddy Adventure

Ya know when it’s been raining out for about a week straight, it’s probably a really bad idea to back down a grassy dirt hill with a ton of hay (yes literally a ton) in my truck.  Macklin (my  truck…yes it’s a guy) dutifully backed down the hill and right up to my barn door. It was easy. It rutted the ground a tad but not that bad. So I broke out my muscles and began moving my hay. I felt strong. 130 pound bales you were not going to defeat me!

With several breaks, a lot of sweat and slowly my truck bed emptied and was stacked in my barn! It was glorious. I felt powerful. Little ol’ me just moved one whole ton of hay by myself AND stacked it. I was feeling invincible! So I hopped in my truck, put him in drive and begin to pull forward.

Now I want to mention, trucks are lighter in the back-end when they are not hauling anything. I backed down with 1 ton of hay and now I had nothing in the back. Hummmm I’m starting to see a problem. But nope I’m feeling strong and powerful so I keep going.  Yup….you guessed it…I pulled about ten feet forward and suddenly lost traction. I was stuck!

Now mud in Washington is nowhere near like mud in Colorado. If it’s muddy in Colorado due to rain, for the most part the tops going to be soft but once you get down a bit it becomes nice and hard clay again….oh no, not here in Washington. That would be convenient. It just gets muddier and muddier and softer no matter how far you go. The ground was so saturated the ruts were just seeping full with water.

I tried putting wood underneath the tires about 15 different ways. I grabbed pieces of rubber and tried. I tried just rocking my truck to no avail. So I gave a tear filled, desperate call to my mom (oh yes I called my momma!).

I couldn’t ask someone to come pull me out because I thought they would just get stuck to. Plus it had already been a crappy day at work. So it was kind of the straw that broke the camels back….Needless to say I was pretty much bawling, covered in mud, exhausted and out of Ideas.

Step in mom. Well I must admit she is very smart.( *gasp* yes I admitted it.) I actually listen to my moms advice (ok like 95% of the time) and she suggested using straw under the tires to gain traction. (maybe the straw that broke the camels back would actually help)  I happened to have a partial bale of straw….So I began stuffing straw under the wheels, cursing every known God I knew of (probably not a good way to help get unstuck either I might add)

I backed it up Macklin just a tad (huh weird I suddenly had a little traction! and I stuffed the ruts with more straw. And I tried to pull forward but the rut was just to deep. My truck would start to spin out every time it got close to the top to freedom.

This went on for about ten minuets. And that is when I looked down and realized I had traction to go backwards. My truck doesn’t weigh as much as it did when I drove down….I’ll just back up and then drive AROUND my ruts….So I put him in reverse….I eased him backwards….I turned the wheel slightly wincing as I saw mud move….I put him in drive and put my foot on the gas and slowly eased forward…..Glory days I was out and moving!

After an hour and a half I was finally free!!!! HUZZAH! HAPPY DANCE! I patted trusty Macklin, poured out the water inside the cab and jumped out and began my trek into the house trailing bits of mud and drops of water all the way.

Needless to say a glass of wine (or three)  and a very hot bath was called for. I started a fire and melted in-front of it.  The day was over. Blessedly over and I could just relax.

So if you live in western Washington and it has been raining for about 2 weeks straight, unless you want a challenge, I highly recommend not doing what I did! But at least I slept really well!


Until next time!



Truck load alfalfa
                                    Macklin at the start of our adventure


muddy hands and jeans
This isn’t even half the mud on me


I won’t be doing this again!


muddy thumbs up
But I made it out ALVE And with my truck still intact!

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