Sometimes stuck is stuck.

Lewis County is wet. We’re super lucky to be on a hill, but constant rain turned our high tunnel area into a great place to host a mud wrestling event or a fleet of pigs, neither of which are on our list of farm wishes this year. Without these better uses for a mud pit, I thought I might spread hog fuel in the wettest areas and soak up some of the mess. Instead, I dug a hole with Leroy. A hole so deep that all the boards and all the hardware cloth and all the tricks on youtube rescue videos provided little help. This image is in daylight. We gave up in the dark and realized our only hope was AAA. When the tow truck arrived we asked our hero if there was anything we could’ve done differently to get ourselves out. He simply shrugged. ‘Sometimes stuck is stuck.’. Wise words, my friend. Wise words.