A while ago Zak and I decided to explore the campsites in the area, and made an afternoon of grilling wurst over a campfire, reading, and talking. We decided to leave around sunset, making sure to draw water from the river to completely put out the fire. On the way out, Zak decided to be adventurous and drive through one of the puddles. Turns out, it was a lot deeper than expected. Years ago, Zak's brother made a picture book about a duck stuck in the mud with several other animals. We were like that duck. Beefy, our 4Runner, was completely high-centered, so none of our rocks and logs wedged in the mud did anything. Fairly new to the area, we still didn't know many people, but I did have some numbers of people in our church congregation. We said a prayer, asking for forgiveness for our folly, and made some phone calls. We found out who had a truck, and were on the phone with one man who was willing to drive twenty minutes each way to help us, when we saw someone drive near us. Zak honked and flashed his brights, catching attention. The young man admitted that he'd had similar predicaments, and pulled Beefy out without any hassle. Covered in mud, we returned home safe and sound.
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