YOU WOULD THINK...

that a long weekend that saw me do a nine hundred kilometres road trip with my eighty three year old mother, to visit family, shop, eat turkey and bond with the grand dogs (aka fur babies) ... would have left me exhausted and wanting to stay home once I got back on Monday?

NOT a chance!  I was barely through the door, when I thought, "I need to go hiking! It's a gorgeous fall day and the foliage is spectacular. I gotta get outside!" Thank goodness my trekking buddy was ready to go on extremely short notice. So we met up fifteen minutes later,  and enjoyed an awesome ten kilometre hike along our gorgeous Nepisiguit River, with a short break for snacks and refreshments.

By the time we got back to his truck, it was dusk and a light rain had been falling for the last three kilometres.  Mind you, it was a balmy 22 degrees, so I didn't  mind in the least. We clambered into the truck, wet dogs and all, but TT stopped backing up, in order to turn off his Fitness Tracker. When he resumed, it was to find out that the back end of his truck was stuck on some big shrubbery on a sand hill, which lead down into a kind of huge sloping ditch.

He tried to get his truck out but no matter how much rubber he burned, and he BURNED a lot, that truck wouldn't budge, neither forward nor backward. Both our cell phones had less than twenty percent power, but HE had his charger in the truck, thank goodness, so he started calling for help, or using what he called his personal 911 list. Methinks he hath been in this predicament MORE than once????

TT called his son-in-law, he who bailed us out on our last canoeing adventure. No answer. SMART man. He knew better than to answer a late Thanksgiving Monday evening call, from his father-in-law. His son WAS home however,  and he answered. TT asked him to drive on the railroad track, near the iron bridge, to find us. His son's reply" NOT with my brand new truck I am NOT!"  All of which made me start giggling, as TT then explained how there was a dirt road ALONG the railway track, and that is where we were stuck.

By now it was PITCH black outside and raining steadily; our two wet dogs were jumping around in the truck and I was standing on this dirt road in the middle of no where, where I could barely see my hand in front of my face.   TT landed  himself in a bunch of wild rose bushes, stumbling around in the dark trying to find the sleeve he needed to get hauled out. He was cursing and swearing, trying to get away from the thorns. That was all I needed to send me into fits of laughter.  I couldn't stop laughing, AT ALL!

I was still chuckling when his son showed up and pulled us up out of that weird ditch, in no time at all.  The whole incident only put us back half an hour.  I was concerned that TT had maybe damaged his truck, by denting the bumper. He reassured me that he had a BRAND NEW one sitting in his second bedroom. Now there is a man who is PREPARED.  He was a Boy Scout, guaranteed!!

I was home by 8:00, none the worse for wear after a four hour adventure. All in all, a sublime ending to a sublime Thanksgiving weekend!  N'est-ce pas?