Operation golf cart went a lot more smoothly
than I'd thought it would yesterday. Until, that is, we reached
the ford.
Mark gave a push and I hopped in to steer as the golf cart rolled down
the steep side of the ford. Then he rushed around across the
footbridge to pull it up the other side.
We only made it halfway up the other side of the ford before we gave
up. Mark was pulling with all his might and I was pushing with
all of mine, but the cart wouldn't budge. So we drove my little
blue Festiva down across snowy, ungravelled ground to try to pull it
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