This cache will always stick in poppy's mind.
Leaving Yell County Highpoint cache we were auto routed along what prove out to be FS Road 133, but that was not readily obvious early on.
Zipping along today we must have busted 10-12 good sized water holes in the road and they all had bottoms. Along this road on the north side of the Dry Creek Wilderness area
we successfully discovered one that did not.
We hit high center in the Tracker. So rkl climbed out on the drivers side and poppy climbed back in. He deftly slid into 4WD and poured the Conoco to the mighty 4 cylinder and out we came.
Now is where it all starts to unravel. Bolstered by this obvious mastery of the outdoors poppy sees where some other vehicles had been driving around the mud hole. It becomes crystal clear that this is really the route to take..............NOT!
But "Damn The Torpedos Full speed Ahead" he drove off into the water/mud gumbo only to discover that this particular set of ruts bottomed somewhere in China.
This is not really a problem because poppy is a member of AAA and there is cell phone service up on this ridge. A call to St Louis assures us that the wrecker would arrive in 30 minutes or so. This even though we don't really know what the road number is and they do not savvy GPS co-ords. rkl offers to bet $100 that the timing was a tad optimistic.
Basically being impatient as heck poppy decides that a phone call to the Sheriff of Johnson County might get some preferential treatment from the Yell County S.O. and the would surely know all the roads in the county.
We eventually speak to the Johnson County Sheriff and he promises to get in touch with the Yell County boys. Sure as night follows day a deputy calls poppy's cell phone and we discuss the situation.
The GPSr states that we are 4.86 miles North of Blue Ball. This leads the Yell County guys to think we were in Scott County. They two departments Yell and Scott discuss the location of what the GPSr map calls Wilderness Road and decide nothing. We never hear from either Yell County or Scott County again. The Johnson County Sheriff is still periodically checking on us but he has no idea where in BFE we actually are either.
AAA has dispatched a wrecker from Waldron but he has no GPSr and no idea where we are either. Scraping around in the vehicle rkl locates a Forest Service map stating that we are on FS133. We tell this to the driver in several broken up, line dropped conversations but finally get sick and tired of being there.
We take matters in our own hands and get out the jack. Standing in water/mud halfway to his knees poppy plants a rock and repeatedly cranks the front of the Tracker up.
There are darn few places in western Arkansas that rocks are not abundant but we are lucky enough to get stuck in one. rkl scours the countryside bringing every rock he could carry to the bog. After propping up both side we were able to get the Tracker back perhaps 8 feet but we lack an important 6 additional feet. Round two finds us repeating the jack up/stack rock routine and we finally manage to extricate the Tracker by ourselves.
Dirty, muddy, tired but still wanting to visit this cache, poppy grabs a stick to measure the depth of yet another route only to slip and go rear end over teacup directly into the soup with his entire left side. Perhaps this is an omen so dripping mud we decide to pack it in.
We finally meet the wrecker driver near the Lone Pine cache intersection and head for highway 80 to get out of this darn country. We were successful in that we got out before nightfall, and lucky we had cell phone coverage with only our pride wounded.
Total time stuck 3 hrs approx.
Cost of chain and come-along that we should have had in the first place and now have. $90 approx.
Time to write this log 1 hour approx.
The chance for all of you to get a good laugh on poppy...............priceless.