We seem to be going a bit slower here, compared to other pictures of us 4-wheeling.
This was in late 2008, after Dave’s accident. It seems weird to me now that I would even want to go. And I likely did not, but did just to keep my eye on Dave. And no, it’s not weird that he would want to go. That’s Dave. And here’s me, keeping my eye on him…
It didn’t do much good though. Before we knew it, we were calling our friend.
“Here comes Harold,” I hollered from where I was standing look-out for him.
“What’s the problem,” Harold asked.
“Dave is stuck over there,” and I pointed to where Dave was, waiting for us with the 4-wheeler.
Harold looked and then exclaimed, “He’s not stuck, he’s flooded!”
“Well, uh, I guess he’s flooded and stuck,” I said.
So they tied a rope to it and did their thing.
Thank you, strangers, for your help.
And thank you, Harold for coming to our rescue.
This was our last ride.
Harold towed us back to his trailer, where we laid looking up at the sun, shining through the trees. And then we took our first selfie. This was in 2008.
