These jeeps that would carry us through treacherous terrain were made of plastic and were powered by batteries with small, plastic tires. They were not the best form of transportation, but were all that we had.

As we went with our babysitter, I recommended Isaac should come over to play. Isaac quickly agreed and we soon had it arranged for us to go to Isaac's house to play.

We turned around and went to get supplies. We found my mom, and she gave us cookies, bread and crackers.  After we also persuaded her to give us rope, duct tape and the charger for my jeep, we were off! Us 5-year olds out into woodpecker woods!

We started out at a hair raising 2-3 MPH. Soon, we came to the little wooden bridge that crossed the creek. We decided to cross through the water as opposed to crossing on the bridge.  Isaac started off through a foot of muddy water and had little difficulty crossing.  I, on the other hand, did have difficulty!

About halfway through I got badly high centered on a small rock. Trying to get unstuck with 2- wheel drive was very pointless, so I climbed out onto the hood of my jeep, fastened the rope to the front of my bumper, and tossed the other end to Isaac. After Isaac tied the rope to his hitch, we got into our jeeps and pulled. Isaac said, "I'm just spinning my wheels."

It was true. We were spinning. But then we started making progress. We were getting unstuck! After untying the rope, we were out and back on the road.

We continued driving. There were not many bad spots, though there were bears, moose, and squirrels to worry about. We were almost to my house, which was not our destination, when Isaac cried "my battery, my battery died!"

I looked at my battery gauge and it was very low.

I towed Isaac to my house with the rope, conserving what little battery I had left. There, we charged up our batteries. 

We picked up a spare battery and were back on the road to Isaac's house.

As we passed the Delta river, which runs about a hundred feet to the right of my house, we decided to take a break.  We paused at the sawmill and had a few snacks from our supplies.

After we were done, we made our way to the repair shop, where they kept all the heavy equipment, such as the loader, dump truck, skid steer, nodwell, gader, D8-Dozer, D5, water truck, excavator, packer, skidder, backhoe and snow blower.

As we looked at all the equipment, we drove through the rocks that made up the parking lot. We needed to decide which way to go; the long gravel road on the right, or the much shorter, muddy path that cut behind the repair shop and straight through the woods right to Isaac's house!

Which one to pick? The short or the long? The muddy or rocky? The wide or the narrow?

Rounding the shop, we locked eyes with that muddy, wet, four foot wide, quarter mile long, mud hole!  Could there be a better choice? We stopped and I said, "Hey, Isaac, let's tie our jeeps together to pull each other out, if necessary." "OK", he replied. I said, "we should also get the duct tape out of the back and tape some sticks onto the back wheels of the jeeps, to get more traction."  We did that and then we started through the mud.

At first, it was not so bad, with a few little mud holes here and there. But then we started getting stuck little by little. We sunk more and more into the deep mud rut. Then Isaac managed to drive out of the mud onto the dirt, while I was stuck in 6" of thick, squishy mud!

Isaac pulled the rope taut and put his jeep into 4-wheel drive to pull me out. He threw his into low and pulled and pulled and pulled. I was inching my way out and then we were out!

The rest of the way was pretty smooth until.......the PIT!

It was a 1-foot-deep rut, with tire tracks and lots of mud!

We tried to go around but as usual, I slipped into it. It was not too bad, since there were sticks on my tires, but it was still difficult. We persevered, we continued past the mud and then we were in the grass.

"Look! Your house!" I shouted. We were home. No rescue crew was needed and we were safely home!