It rained today, a lot, and really fast. Not only that but this year the rainfall in Strasbourg and area has been more than average. So the gravel roads are pretty saturated in some areas. I’m driving my man’s pickup truck; we call the black ’95 Chevy old Bill. A few spots in the road have been filled in with large rock and gravel. At one point in our tour of the country side we meet up with a small Ford Ranger (if you rolled your eyes at the mention of a Ford, I like you;). Being courteous I do my best to pull over to the edge so we each have plenty of room. It was bad judgment on my behalf. Because as we passed each other there was a slough on either side of the road, and a steep shoulder on the road.
The tires of the truck started to sink as the clay and gravel gave way, a while passed before I even realized that we were being pulled off the road. My man is in the passenger seat not knowing if he should laugh or bail out. I’m behind the wheel screaming, “What do I do, what do I do?”
So I stop, put the truck in park, and we both climb out the driver’s side. Standing on the road we took a moment to scratch our heads. The only reason we hadn’t gone all the way into the slough was the helpful support of a well-placed boulder. The back tire was sunk into the mud up to the wells, and the rear differential was resting on what was left of the shoulder of the road.
Staring at what I had done in disbelief, I had to give my head a shake. “It’s a little soft,” I comment. Then I look at the slough, and the muddy road that is squishing under the soles of my shoes and cakes onto my boots more and more with every step. Ducks flap and birds chase each other around. You can’t drive two minutes in this province without seeing some kind of water sitting somewhere, whether it be in a ditch, a slough, a dugout or a lake. I shrug my shoulders and hold my hands out, as if to say what can you do? With a half laugh I looked at Ky and said, “Welcome to Saskatchewan!”
I felt sick looking at it, amazed old Bill hadn’t just decided to fall over. But that’s old Bill for you, just a great dependable truck. We phone some friends and they head straight over. A neighbour drives by on his way to town, stops, and says he’ll come back with a tractor and a tow rope. He gets his four-wheel drive tractor out, a big red beast that just about takes up the whole road, and within a few seconds of pulling and old Bill is back on the road. The truck is a little caked in mud, but no worse for wear. Of course by this time our friends have shown up to help, and they park on the hill with the hazards on to warn oncoming traffic. Some other locals show up to shoot the breeze and have a good chuckle at our predicament (or ‘pickle’ as Ky so eloquently put it).
In a matter of 30 minutes I had gotten the truck almost stuck in a slough, and then pulled out by some great, helpful people. I thought, thank goodness for farmer’s and their tractors. Thank goodness for people who don’t hesitate to go out of their way to help a guy out.
Welcome to Saskatchewan.
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