Osmith and I decided to go geo-caching last night, which strikes me now as a better plan to partake whilst on foot. We found three caches last night: One in the Windermere cemetery, one down some road into the bush in Windermere and one down by the lake in the wetlands. The bush road leading to cache #2 was a bad idea from the second I spied it with my nervous, shifty eyes.
Osmith reassured me that it was "fine for my car" and that "there was probably a place to turn around up ahead". With my tail between my legs, I drove on carefully as the earsplitting sound of roots attacking the underside of my car were mixed with the trees scraping at my paint, sounding like nails on a chalk board. The going ahead looked as if it would yield a place to turn around. Finally we came to a fallen tree, which we both instantly thought we could move. No. This tree was very large, and despite our attempts to kick it out of the way, we couldn't budge it. Instead we found the cache, and I looked back at my car.
Backing up for long periods of time almost equals my fear of paralel parking in small spaces. It makes me feel that I should sport an adult diaper for the duration of either activity. Osmith and I carefully climbed back into my car and I started her up. Osmith promised to look backwards while I drove. The entire way back I was turning the wheel the wrong way. The right side of my car was bush whacking, while the other side was driving on clear terrain. Finally, after multiple times stalling her, the clearing came into view. Once we had made it out from the dead end road from hell, I jumped out and checked her for injuries. Thank goodness no damage was done. I peeled away from that experience, never to return.
** Note to the wise: When you are geocaching, ensure you have an appropriate vehicle paired with adequate driving skills.