I've had geocaching fever for a few
weeks now and there are 2 caches on Eglin Reservation that I've been
wanting to get to fill in some blank spots on my stats.
We finished everything we had to do by
1:30 and I managed to talk the Island King into riding up the woods
I planned on grabbing two caches and
then getting back home in about two and a half hours.
The first was called Road Less Traveled
and the premise of the cache is Did you drive or Did you walk?
When we got to the road the concept
became quite clear.
I have 4wd but probably not the
clearance to make it so we decided to walk.
It's important to note that I made the
decision not to drive before the Island King could say yes or no.
We walked down to the cache and then I
couldn't remember the clue to open the container. The clue was in the
truck, quite a way back up the hill so I called my dad and asked for
Luckily he knew the answer so I opened
the cache, signed the log and we were back in the truck in no time.
See? It really is possible to run into
the woods, grab a couple of caches and get back home at a reasonable
I turned off the main road and we came
across a pretty sketchy looking mud hole. There was no water but the
clay was mucky looking and we had to get across the muck and up a
pretty high berm so we stopped and looked at it for a minute.
Now, most people won't believe me when
I say that I actually asked the Island King what he thought but it's
the God's honest truth. I looked right at him and asked what he
thought we should do and he said “Keep going”
So I went.
I had to go over a berm, through the
muck and up another berm so I floored it and went.
Just as my front wheels hit the bottom
of the berm on the other side of the muck the truck came to a
I still had the gas pedal on the floor
but the vehicle did not budge.
The Island King swears that I let off
the gas but I didn't. The muck grabbed us and sucked my truck in like
I tried to back up but obviously wasn't
We opened the doors and when we got out
the muck sucked our boots in like quicksand. Slick, heavy, clay quick
He tried to dig us out but then when I
tried to move the truck we just sunk even more.
Here's where I should tell you that we
knew there was a storm coming but we also thought we'd be home before
the storm hit.
The sky is getting gray, the Island
King is covered in mud (I didn't have one single towel in my truck)
and we're not going to get unstuck without help.
Which is about the time a hunter came
walking up the road. A very unfriendly hunter who, when asked if he
had a tow strap, never stopped walking and mumbled something about
maybe there was one in his truck.
I have a geocaching friend, Drop
Hunter, that doesn't live too far from where we are and has a 4x4
that I know will be able to pull us out.
Except, I don't have his number so I
have to call his brother, The Whitten Boys, to get the number.
And as expected, he laughed the entire
time I was telling him the story. But he sent me Drop Hunter's number
and I called him.
Sadly, he no longer has his truck.
This is not good. It's starting to rain
and the spot we're stuck in is mucky because it's a drain off for
Suddenly, the hunter is back with a 3
foot piece of the thinnest rope I've ever seen and asks if this will
work. The Island King just shook his head and told him thanks anyway.
Three feet of rope would have done no good at all.
The Island King is digging and pacing
and cussing and tells me to call his brother. His brother that lives
in Destin, which is about an hour away. The same brother who always
gives me a hard time when stuff like this happens.
But we have no choice so we called him,
sent him this picture and he said he was on his way.
It starts raining harder and the hole
we're sitting in is starting to fill up with water.
This is what we saw when we pulled up
the radar. The tornado warning was a nice touch too.
We're the little blue dot.
The Whitten Boys calls me back saying
that he's close so he's coming even though his truck isn't 4wd and he
asked where I was.
“I'm on the road to the Are you
smarter than a fifth grader cache, right at the entrance, you'll see
Now it's completely dark. It's
lightning, raining pretty hard and we're sitting in the truck when
the Island King says “So the are you smarter than a 5th
grader means are you smart enough to park and walk down this road or
do you try and drive through this big bleeping hole?”
If that's the case we are definitely
not smarter than 5th graders.
He starts talking gloom and doom. This
hole is filling up with water pretty fast. This truck is gonna be
toast when it floods. Blah Blah Blah...
I refused to believe that. I mean
really, statistically, how many vehicles can one woman sink? One I
can believe – since it actually happened
– but I'm just not
Then I get a message from The Whitten
Boys telling me he's on the road to the cache but doesn't see me.
He tells me to send him my GPS coords
and a few minutes later we were relieved to see headlights pull in
He stopped and picked up Drop Hunter
and they are here to
laugh at me help.
Except, he thought I was in the tiny
car I sunk and he only had cargo straps. Plus, he didn't realize he'd
have to get close enough to possibly get stuck and his truck isn't
We all stood there in the rain watching
the water level rise for a minute when my BIL pulled up.
The first thing he said was “This is
NOT the picture you sent me” which caused us to laugh and tell him
that things were changing fast and that we needed to get of there as
soon as possible.
He doesn't have tow straps but he does
have 300 feet of good rope to use.
It's a shame that rope was tangled
beyond belief but between the four of them they managed to get it
The Island King waded back into the
water to tie the rope to my trailer hitch only to realize that the
hitch was on his truck. I've been telling him for a while that I need
my own but he thinks switching the one we have between our trucks is
a better idea.
Or he did until he found out that the
hitch was on his truck and not mine.
Luckily, his brother had an extra in
the back of his truck so they were able to put that on and tie off
While that is going on Drop Hunter and
The Whitten Boys are telling me that this isn't the road to the cache
at all and as far as they can tell, there's not even a cache down
Oh. I wonder if this counts as a DNF.
Then they tell me the cache is on a hard packed road and the smarter
than a fifth grader thing is about figuring out how to open the cache
– not get to it.
AND it's over a mile away so I'm not
really even close.
Finally, the rope was tied and my BIL
pulled my truck right out. He said he didn't have to pull hard and
the Island King told him that's because my truck floated through the
So there we all stood, in the rain, wet
and muddy, but we have successfully unstuck me.
I asked the Island King if wanted to
try the right road and grab the cache anyway but he glared at me and
I really didn't need a verbal answer.
Going straight home didn't sound like a
bad idea anyway.
Thank you so much to the Whitten Boys,
Drop Hunter and my BIL for helping us! If you ever need me to pull
y'all out let me know – my truck will have a wench on it real soon.