It’s been awhile — I almost forget how to use this “blog” thing…

Anyhow, the other day we went driving out behind a friend’s place. There are some nice trails running through the bush, most of which are wide enough for the old Ford Bronco. Of course, it didn’t take long for the mud to get the best of us, and subsequent efforts at locomotion were varied in both method and efficiency. Pushing proved futile,

and the mule couldn’t budge the Bronco, either.

We ended up using an old bulldozer, which dragged the truck out without any trouble (even though somebody left it in gear). The only thing was that it took about half an hour for the silly thing to crawl all the way from the barn, through the field, and into the bush. Suddenly the mild weather we’ve been having didn’t seem so mild after all…

The dozer proved useful later on when the truck appeared to run out of gears — I ended up walking back to the house as the truck (somewhat ingnobled by the process) was towed back to the barn. Being rather clueless as far as engines go, I had no idea what the problem was — but one fellow noted that “it smells like burnt clutch.” I’m afraid that I’m somewhat lacking in those sorts of sensitivites.