Besides the undercarriage shield scare and then being on empty for a bit longer than I was comfortable, the first day went pretty smoothly and without much ado.
The next day was spent driving through Nebraska and cornfields. Not much happened on that day.
So I honestly didn't know how interesting my next post from the road would be. And then it dawned on me how interesting it would be to compare how road trips were when I was a kid and how they are now for Skye and how very much has changed and what has remained the same.
But I ran out of time.
The next day we were going to be heading through Nebraska and then hitting a high-point the following day. I started thinking about how many high-points we had collected over the years, how it started etc. etc.
Not Another High Point...
We left the hotel right on schedule and Skye was looking forward to doing a little driving on the relatively empty country roads that lay between the busy Interstate and Nebraska's highest point of elevation.
After taking this picture but before getting back in the car, I noticed that the cursed undercarriage shield had once again become loose and was drooping. I was a little concerned about being on a gravel road and something getting kicked up and damaging the car, but I figured the odds were in our favor and ventured on.
Skye was doing quite well behind the wheel, but I was more than a little concerned with the state of the underside of our vehicle.
As I said all was going smoothly. We got to the dead-end and headed down the next Country Road, one a good deal muddier than the one we had been on.
I "instructed" Skye to get more towards the middle of the road as I noticed that where most of the existing tracks were.
"Skye move over to the middle".
And then I felt the car start to fishtail.
"Skye slow down."
She overcompensated and then hit the brakes and the car slide across the road through the mud like we were on ice and then head first into the culvert.
I attempted to get the car out but the hill was too steep and the mud too deep.
And then a military patrol showed up out of no where and offered to help. I'm not sure what branch they were in or what they were patrolling but I was glad that they showed up when they did.
They went off to get a tow strap to help pull us out.
So we waited.
Then I took a look at our situation and thought I might actually be able to get the Rav out on my own and save the boys the trouble.
I made matters worse and almost ended up tipping the poor car on its side. What a disaster that would have been.
When the military lads came back they showed up with a Humvee and more crew but no tow strap.
So I backed the car back and re-oriented so that I was headed directly at the hill and then 6 guys got behind the car and gave it a nice push when I hit the part of the hill I had been getting stuck on and just like that we were back on the road and back in business.
I didn't get photos of the initial crash site. I was too freaked out. And Skye didn't get pictures of when I had managed to get the car on two wheels or a video of when the guys helped push me out because she was too freaked out. So these pictures are way tamer than what actually happened and that's no "fish tale", pun intended.
As shaken as we were, I was still up for bagging that Nebraska high-point, until I was informed that the road conditions were actually worse further up the road.
So not wanting to tempt fate or piss off a Humvee full of soldiers, I carefully turned us around and headed towards Wyoming.
Shortly after we got back on the highway we came upon a wreck that made our misadventure pale in comparison.
We had a lovely lunch in Laramie where we found another Toyota dealership that reattached the shield, in about 5 minutes time and again for free and then we were on the road again.
We got to the hotel earlier than planned but we had had enough adventure for the day so checked in and settled into our room.
I then hit the local farmer's market which happened to be across the street. Skye went to a fabric store for supplies for her Shakespeare costume.
All's well that end's well.