4x4 Mudding
Chuck and I were just coming back to my house from a trip to Guitar Center (trust me, the new Yamaha electronic drums are amazing!) and Harbor Freight and saw Paul clean off his Montero. He had been playing in the mud, and I asked him if he wanted another go.
After a promise of hosing off the car for him, off we went.
Once in the mud, we ran into a couple of other guys doing the same thing, and after some chatting Jeremiah said "if you want some real fun, follow me".
We ended up at a small river not too far from the house, and spent about 30 minutes playing in the quicksand-like mud. Being about done, we head up on the road and wait for the blue Dodge to follow us up. He didn't.
Going back to check showed them very stuck in the soft mud.
Thinking we'd just pull them up, we navigated down into the river and parked behind the Dodge to hook up the tow strap. In the minute that took, the Montero sank and sat on its frame on the mud. Oops.
While we tried to stick drift wood and other debris under the tires, the rain increased and the river started rising fast. We worked faster to try to get the vehicles out before the river rose to the point we had to abandon them. Luckily the rain slowed.
Placing a few phone calls didn't help. Nobody was available, so Jeremiah was heading to the gas station to top off, but didn't make it more than a minute away before he ran out of gas.
At this point, Chuck and I lug a few railroad ties from the nearby railroad down to try to funnel water under the Montero to erode the sand from under the frame. That didn't help, though we probably burned a few days worth of calories doing it.
A Jeep Wrangler saw us from the road and pulled out to see if he could help. He got no traction so that didn't work.
Shortly after this, one neighbor called back and came out with his Ford F250. He got the Montero free, but the Dodge wouldn't budge.
At this point, more neighbors showed up to just see what we were doing. Some people stopped on the road and a few locals came out of their house to see what we were up to.
Finally, one of their (the other mudders') friends show up with a big, lifted 4x4 with lockers and proceed to call us idiots in the least flattering of ways, while he pulls up to hook the straps up.
After a few hours stuck in the mud, this big truck finally managed to snap free the Dodge, which was down to the tow-hitch in mud. It took several valiant (and violent) attempts before it came free.
What a day!
Rain, mud, rising rivers, falling in the mud after stepping to your knees in it and a plethora of other comedic mistakes (or "tragic" rather) and we headed home. Time to make good on the promise and hose off Paul's Montero.
For your enjoyment, check out the Youtube link and the pictures.
Go Home
After a promise of hosing off the car for him, off we went.
Once in the mud, we ran into a couple of other guys doing the same thing, and after some chatting Jeremiah said "if you want some real fun, follow me".
We ended up at a small river not too far from the house, and spent about 30 minutes playing in the quicksand-like mud. Being about done, we head up on the road and wait for the blue Dodge to follow us up. He didn't.
Going back to check showed them very stuck in the soft mud.
Thinking we'd just pull them up, we navigated down into the river and parked behind the Dodge to hook up the tow strap. In the minute that took, the Montero sank and sat on its frame on the mud. Oops.
While we tried to stick drift wood and other debris under the tires, the rain increased and the river started rising fast. We worked faster to try to get the vehicles out before the river rose to the point we had to abandon them. Luckily the rain slowed.
Placing a few phone calls didn't help. Nobody was available, so Jeremiah was heading to the gas station to top off, but didn't make it more than a minute away before he ran out of gas.
At this point, Chuck and I lug a few railroad ties from the nearby railroad down to try to funnel water under the Montero to erode the sand from under the frame. That didn't help, though we probably burned a few days worth of calories doing it.
A Jeep Wrangler saw us from the road and pulled out to see if he could help. He got no traction so that didn't work.
Shortly after this, one neighbor called back and came out with his Ford F250. He got the Montero free, but the Dodge wouldn't budge.
At this point, more neighbors showed up to just see what we were doing. Some people stopped on the road and a few locals came out of their house to see what we were up to.
Finally, one of their (the other mudders') friends show up with a big, lifted 4x4 with lockers and proceed to call us idiots in the least flattering of ways, while he pulls up to hook the straps up.
After a few hours stuck in the mud, this big truck finally managed to snap free the Dodge, which was down to the tow-hitch in mud. It took several valiant (and violent) attempts before it came free.
What a day!
Rain, mud, rising rivers, falling in the mud after stepping to your knees in it and a plethora of other comedic mistakes (or "tragic" rather) and we headed home. Time to make good on the promise and hose off Paul's Montero.
For your enjoyment, check out the Youtube link and the pictures.
Go Home
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