Few Words Necessary

Oh Shit!! - Really that pretty much sums it up. A quick trip to collect the garbage cans by the road soon devolved into this little development. The ice really did seem solid enough at the onset of the excursion, but as evidenced by the pictures it turned out to be the non-proverbial "thin ice" that I've heard so much about. Annie is well beyond asking "why" anymore, she just reminded me that the temperature had been at or above zero the past couple of days.





And yet again another rescue attempt. In the end the truck was beyond extraction and in fact the tractor almost succumbed to the same icy grave. After a good hour setting by the woodstove and partaking of a little cough medicine I called Richard and relayed the recent events to him. We discussed Plan B of Operation Extraction which will be the use of the boom on his back hoe. Richard never, ever seems annoyed, surprised or bothered about such situations. This probably has to do with his history of ending up in similar circumstances and the subsequent family effort to correct the situation. Some of my earliest (and fondest) childhood memories involve Richard rolling a loader over on its side, Richard and Big Stevie being upside down in a VW Beetle, Richard in the ditch at the Doedes' Farm and on Sylvain's hill, and the time when my mother, Mark and I had three tractors hooked in sled dog fashion to the Army truck-sunk up to the gunnels in mud-trying to pull Richard out of the unholy depths of an impassable swamp. Either Richard realizes that shit happens or he cannot hold anything against me because of his contribution to my genetic make-up.
I will update the blog with details from the recovery effort which is to take place this weekend.