One of my crew members got a truck stuck in the snow, almost toppling it over the edge of the road into a ravine. He did this by being a complete idiot. I don’t think he’d ever driven in the snow before and thought it would be fun to try. The only thing stopping the truck from rolling down the hill was a two-inch sapling and the fact that the truck was buried in the snow.
We dug for I don’t know how long, trying to get the rig unstuck, but it was no use. By this time, it was about eight in the evening, and did I mention…we were in the middle of nowhere. The closest town was fifteen miles down a twisting mountain road, the population of which was fifty.
To our amazement one of those fifty people was on the road with a Boy Scout troop (There were two kids in the troop). Taking pity on us, he said he’d drop off the boys then go home to get his big diesel truck to pull us out.
Yeah, right.
Well, he proved me wrong. True to his word, he returned with his truck…and his poor wife and baby. And somehow, after I don’t know how long, he managed to pull our truck free.
By the time all was said and done, it was close to midnight. We were tired and cold and had almost no idea where we were. But we were very thankful. As if he and his family hadn’t done enough, they asked if we had a place to camp. When we said no, they took us to their home, allowed us to camp in their yard and use their bathroom. This family lived in a one room house and went completely out of their way to help us. I don’t remember their names, but I will always remember their kindness.
And I will never forget the idiot who almost drove my truck off the side of a cliff.
