sunday morning, we were going to look at a pasture on the other side of the mountain. there is no official trail but a pretty well marked path. it was really steep and a little muddy and since we're 4wheeling experts (siiiike), turning back didnt even dross our minds. dumbmistake 1 out of a million for the day.
we end up getting stuck by this rock, but were finally able to get out. and then for some unbeknown reason fletcher drives it right back into the same spot. except this time it gets wedged against a rusty barbed wire fence. after, i dont even know how long, of pushing and pulling we get free. again. ptl.
at that point i decided to forget our exploration and go home.
"yeaaariiight," said nature mockingly.
and another slippery slope awaited us.
another hour or so of pushing and pulling had begun.
and we're out.
finally, the main road is in sight.
just one more little rocky hill to go. or so we thought.
we get about half way up and by this time we're use to the routine. so we start moving rocks and me starting and stopping the engine and fletcher pushing and pulling from behind. only problem is this time the front tires are on top of the rock, while the back right is in mud and the left is suspended in the air.
and well... then this happened..
me and the 4hweeler rolled down the hill. literally.and landed in a brier patch.
in all seriousness, i am thankful to be alive.
it was kinda traumatic and a miracle i have no serious injuries.. just minor scrapes.
somehow the 4wheller didnt touch me.
psalm 91:11-12
i started rolling first and it followed me, flipping at least twice and landing here.
i dont remember much except fletcher yelling, "noooo sanndraaa!" he really thought it was going to land on me, but i just "popped up behind it," as he says.
we just started crying and shaking and like. what. the. heck. just. happened.
craziest feeling.
at that point, i could have cared less about the 4wheeler. funny how priorities changes when life seems fragile. we regrouped and walked home.
the more i think about it, the more in awe i am.
and the more freaked out i am.
OHYEA. and stuart is the best friend ever. him and his roommate, john, drove 2 hrs to help fletcher flip it over, even though they already had plans that night so they couldnt stay. literally drove here, flipped it over, ate some spaghetti, drove back.
true friend for life.
today we were both incredibly sore and tired and just not feeling good.
but somehow we still managed to spend an entire day shopping, eating, walking, and touring. i think maybe it was good to move around. i dunno.
so many other little things have gone wrong on this trip.
ive had fun with fletcher
but
all in all
im ready to be home
but that doesnt happen until sunday :(
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