I don't have any notion as to what occurred, but the road I was now on was just a mite better than driving through rough, unimproved terrain.I don't have any notion as to what occurred, but the road I was now on was just a mite better than driving through rough, unimproved terrain. Thank god for four wheel drive and, best of all, I had two external five gallon tanks of extra gasoline. I bumped and bounced for more than an hour, but could see nothing except another ridge, another valley and another ridge melding into a steady stream of the same thing over and over. The road had been leveled at one time or another, but it had long since deteriorated and was bumpy and loose and the drop off on my right side went down forever. Bad business. To make it worse it was beginning to spatter rain. Not hard, not steady, but this was a sandy clay type road and rain was gonna make this baby impassable in short order. Bouncing over the next ridge gave me a look at the same view I had been seeing for the past hour; nothing but another valley and, on the horizon, another ridge. Cracking a quick peek at the gas gauge led me to the conclusion the two cans of gas tied on back were just about what was needed for the gauge to read "full" once more. I could go no further; I had to turn around. Where does one turn around on a road like this? The rain was coming down harder now and the road was just wide enough to allow the tires of this little old truck to find rolling room and not much more. |