I've got a question... And seeing as how I was probably as close to this event as shamalamadingdong, I've got a couple arm-chair questions as well.

1) How many times did you pull out the pull-pal again? 3 times?? Isn't the definition of insanity when you do the same thing over and over expecting different results??

2) You had a spare tire and a shovel, right?

3) If answer 2 is "yes", then during the 2 days time, did it ever occur to you to dig a big fucking hole, hook up the winch line to the tire, drop the tire in, and backfill it? It's called a dead-man anchor... In two days time, you could've dug down to freaking bedrock and anchored in there for cripes sake...

I'm completely understanding of getting stuck; sticky mud like that'll swallow you up in a heartbeat. Us East-coasters understand that completely. It's the whole "taking 2 days" to get unstuck that I just can not possibly understand. I know it only rains a couple times a year out there, but damn!