In that spirit, Mr. S and I set out on another sojourn to see if he has found X that marks the spot. I've written before about his obsession with this treasure hunt. Now that our time in the USA is getting short, he wanted to try once more, and he's sure - again, absolutely sure, like he was the last six times - that he knows where the treasure is.
So we loaded the car with shovels, chains, blankets and food and drove hundreds of miles.
Went up a remote road in the snow.
And got stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Well and truly stuck. The tires went in deeper and deeper while the car ended up resting on the middle hump. We spent three hours trying to get ourselves out - three hours that included adding chains to the snow socks that were already on the tires, even though the tires weren't touching the ground.
Three hours that included cutting chunks of wood to try to fill the gap and get any traction at all.
Three hours that included me lying on the ground, using a garden trowel to try dislodging the 18 inches of snow the car rested on.
Three hours that culminated in, "Hey, look, there's a cell signal up here!"
The short story is that we got hold of a towing company, we walked down to meet them, and they were able to get the car out the next day. How? you may ask, because I certainly did. They jacked the car up, then spun it on the jack to turn it around, then made their way back using ATVs to assist when the car got stuck again.
It was not inexpensive.
So, we didn't find the treasure - again. But we were lucky to be helped out by some really nice guys, and our car is none the worse for wear. Just dirty.
Mr. S has posted about our adventure on this website here, if you want more detail. The comments are quite flattering to yours truly!