I decided to take an alternate route from home to Starbucks in Kingman today, but the problem right now is our van doesn't have reverse.
I came to a rough, kind of deep wash that I didn't really think I could cross with our blue soccer mom van, but I couldn't reverse so I looked at the least shitty part of the wash (still not good), planned, and then went for it and made it. It was relatively rough though.
Thank God I made it.
Then I came across a spot where I could turn around and thought about it, but then I realized if I turned around, I'd go back across the rough wash. Never mind that!
I proceeded forward and about 200 feet later, go stuck in soft sand. For maybe the next hour, I found some pieces of wood, our dust pan, a bath towel, and long sleeve red shirt, and I dug loose sand, removing it from in front of the tires, pulling the van forward gradually, in multiple stages. I ask for God's help multiple times and felt a bit angry He wasn't just rescuing me.
I'd had an unction to bring a bottle of water with me as I was about to leave home, but I dismissed it thinking that I'd soon be at Starbucks and would be able to get water there. In the hot, windy, sandy spot the van was stuck, I realized I was getting thirsty. My mouth and throat were getting dry. After digging sand I was feeling light headed. I'm like, "Oh, that's why the Holy Spirit told me to bring a water bottle." That was a good idea!
A thought started bothering me. I remembered that deflated tires gripped better. Eventually I took God up on the idea and deflated the front tires. I hopped back in the van and tried to drive forward, but it wouldn't really go forward, actually it went forward a little, but I realized even though I didn't have reverse, I could get the van to rock back if I quickly shifted it out of gear. God had also told me third gear would work better than second gear.
I started "rocking" and trying to drive forward and after a few tries, with deflated tires and a towel and shirt under the front tires and the sand dug away, the van started to move and gripped the sand relatively well, and the section of sand road I thought I might or probably would get stuck in, I was able to drive right through it to the solid dirt part of the road and get the hell out of there.
Then God told me fill the tires which I didn't want to do in case there was more loose sand to drive through, and I almost let fear stop me, but then I relented and refilled the front tires, only then realizing how low the passenger front tire was, and that if I continued driving the tire wouldn't gotten damaged. Thank God I listened to God! He's really smart.
I continued driving our 2006 Toyota Sienna CE down the unfamiliar route and came across big sand at least a couple more times and I was like, "There's no way in hell I'm getting stuck again," and drove maybe too fast through those sand spots.
It felt bad to get stuck in sand, and kind of frustrating to not be able to reverse, because I'm pretty good at getting our van out of being stuck if I have reverse and Drive. I thought of how easy it would have been if I'd had that option, and how quickly I probably would have been able to drive out of there. Ugh. Driving a fraction of a mile an hour is zero fun.
Next time, I'll probably avoid taking this route. Unless I'm feeling super adventurous.