Even back then I was usually awake by four in the morning, and when I walked in the living room, there was the kid, stretched out on the couch, but wide awake. I know this because he said, "Hi, Grandma." His next question was this: "What time does Grandpa wake up?"
"What's happened now?" I asked.
He proceeded to explain how he and some friends had been down at the river bottom, checking to see how deep the mud was, and he'd gotten his truck stuck. I should tell you, "stuck" wasn't the word for it; buried would have been the more appropriate word. But it's been worth it, because I have pictures. I love tormenting the grandson by showing pictures of this experience to everybody on the Internet. Because Cliff worked second shift, I let him sleep for a couple more hours, then broke the news to him.
One picture says a thousand words, so I'll shut up and let the pictures tell the story. We can thank my husband for these pictures, by the way. Back then I hardly ever missed a day of posting an entry to my blog, and I knew this would make a great entry, but I had a cow to milk. So I handed him my camera and bade him and the kid a hearty "Good luck!"
Cliff climbed on this big old beast he'd been working on. I thought it was the ugliest tractor he'd ever owned, so I named it "Big Ugly". It was a David Brown tractor, made in England.