So, it all started Saturday as we were out for our first rhino ride of the weekend. We were buzzing around, I was taking lots of pictures. I asked Alfred to stop as we drove by a lake to take this picture:
And that's when it happened. We got stuck. Really, really stuck. Apparently the ground was not as solid as it looked, and the rhino was not all-powerful after all.
So we walked back to the house (luckily we weren't too far away) to get the truck and some straps and rope to try to pull it out. Within about 2 minutes, we got the truck stuck. Of course. It didn't have 4 wheel drive. We got it out after only minimal suffering, then hooked up a bunch of straps to try to pull the rhino out.
Didn't work. We snapped 2 of the straps. Now we were starting to worry. So we headed into town, which was about a 15-20 minute drive. We found an Auto Zone and bought a winch to try to winch it out. Perfect, problem solved. We stopped at a grocery store to get some supplies and headed back out. Which is when we discovered that the winch was about 3 feet long. Not long enough to hook to the tree nearby. Figures. So we wrap a couple of straps and a rope around the tree, connect them to the winch, and winch it out about 2 feet. Detach, tighten straps and rope, repeat. It's not happening. We decide to admit defeat. I head back to the house in the truck to call the caretaker and ask him to come help us. I'm in the bedroom when all of a sudden I hear a motor roar up the driveway. Alfred, through some magical powers that could not manifest in my presence, had gotten it out.
We did sort of ruin the nice pristine lake. Never a dull moment.
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