So with summer upon us, and my kid out of school and driving his mom crazy, we have been going to the local swimming holes several times a week, usually driving the 60. Yesterday I chose to take a back road detour to avoid a traffic jam, even though i was down to an 8th of a tank or so, and knew the detour route wouldn't take me near a gas station, but figured it would be ok.
And it would have been, if I didn't get into a spot with deep, loose gravel in the creek, which I usually avoid, or had locked my hubs and shifted into 4wd beforehand.
Anyway, I got stuck. And by the time I was stuck, it was too late to use 4wd. First the rear dug until the axle was on the creek bottom, then the front did the same once engaged. Great. No big deal, though, I'll just pull some cable out and let my trusty Warn pull me out. Well, by the time I had the cable attached to a solid sycamore tree and started winching, the engine sputtered and died, and wouldn't restart. I guess being off camber sloshed what little diesel I had left in the tank away from the pickup, and it sucked air. Dammit.
After a few fruitless phone calls, my neighbor answered, and said he was on his way. Awesome. This guy was willing to come save me, when I was stuck 45 minutes from home. He brought me a gallon of diesel, and his built up Grand Cherokee, ready to pull me out if necessary. But by the time he got there, I had winched the 60 back onto terra firma, and was just waiting for fuel which showed up about 90 minutes later.
After pouring the contents of the tiny gas can into my tank, and wondering if it would be enough, I was able to manually pump my lift pump and get it primed, without any tools or struggle. Since the battery was weak from winching, we hooked up some jumper cables and VROOM! The one gallon was enough to not only fire the engine, but also got me and my boy and my 2 dogs the 25 or so miles to the nearest gas station, which was closed, but the pumps were still on. Hallelujah.
Put in about half a tank and drove it home, sweaty and tired, and satisfied that we had had a little bit of real adventure in our lives that day.
My awesome neighbor would not accept the $50 I tried to put in his hand, and was just happy to have helped me. What a kickass dude. I hope one day I'm able to help him get back out of the bush, and that I'm the first person he calls.
Today, we went back to the creek in Carl, my 85 Xtra Cab 2wd, keeping the truck out of the creek itself, and walked the last 100 yds or so to the good swimming hole.
I'm not gonna drive Blue much more until I have a chance to check my axles, transmission and transfer case for water-contaminated gear oil.
I've already had to replace the bearings in the rear axle once due to the forbidden axle milkshake....