This is Toongi. It is a small quiet "town" about 15 minutes south of Dubbo NSW. Toongi is short on houses, but big on country. There are cows in the paddocks and a peaceful stillness that you only find in the country. Amidst the barren landscape, Toongi has a Little Quilt Shop. Or at least it did until not long ago...
And you might remember that this is our new truck. I took her for a solo 950km road trip this week.
I took her to Toongi where there was no signs of life at the quilt shop and no signs of fabric. So I retreated. Perhaps too hastily.
Without a single cry from the rear parking sensor; I cleanly cleared a concrete culvert, then let a tire slip in the drain snagging my spare tire and towbar on the concrete culvert like a lego block ... in Toongi ...where there's no quilt shop ...and no mobile reception.
My confidence boosting solo camping trip had put me in a gutter. Literally.
Even four wheel drive wasn't going to get me out of this jam. I'm not sure what I would have done if Terry hadn't happened by in his white truck. He looked it over and scurried back home to get his tractor. He hoisted up the truck so I could drive off. Free of my captor, I meekly asked, "Is this the quilt shop? I saw the big sign on the highway." My heart sunk as Terry said, "Lesley's moved it to Dubbo."
The truck seems ok, but my ego is badly bruised. My self-rescuing princess crown has shattered.
The time I didn't visit the Little Quilt Shop in Toongi, a story by Amy Gunson, age 39.
Oh dear. The things we do!!
ReplyDeleteAt least you're not hurt physically! I changed my own tire once but then stupidly let my keys fall into the trunk while loading the flat into the back. Had to call the damn tow truck anyway. That wounded my princess pride. We all need help every now and then. Just pay it forward to someone who's in a jam and can't rescue themselves. Then you become hero-to-others princess. :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry. That kind of stuff happens to all of us at times. CitricSugar has good advice. :)
ReplyDeleteI was trying to park behind a big dumpster one day and I just couldn't get the car in. While I was pulling out to park somewhere else I misjudged and ran into the things that stick out to pick the thing up and mushed my rear door and bumper. Talk about a bruised princess crown.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're okay ~
Oh Bad luck! It does make a good story to tell though and a solo 950km round trip sounds pretty independent to me!
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