The Cave Creek was running and I finally gave into Steve wanting to teach me how to cross it.
I was afraid. And I think I scared him, too.
Even Bill Payne brought out the big guns to make a way to get to his bee hives.
But Steve wasn’t deterred. He had his trusty FJ Cruiser and he was confident we could make it. I worried that we’d hit the middle of the creek, which was running straight across our driveway, and sink two feet into the mud.
Still, he wasn’t deterred because he said, “I have a winch!” I’m not sure what we would have tied onto but, on I went.
I took a deep breath, and took to heart his instruction, “Just don’t stop.” I knew from my days of rain in the midwest that if I stopped my tailpipe could fill with water. And, that mud.
So, I set off, gunned it when I hit the water’s edge (I probably didn’t need to do that). I nose-dived, came up into the 2+ foot bank, and dug up a good chunk. But, I made it across.
I think I cracked one of the lower lights, but the custom steel bumper he’d had put on held strong. I don’t need to do that again.
