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2012-04-17 | Dream | Four Wheel Drive

I was at a new house in the mountains. We had purchased the land from somebody that parked a large pickup on the lot on the grass. As I looked closer, I realized that Pippi (my red Hyundai that I use to drive to work in real life) was parked at the end of the driveway that was part of the grass where the truck used to be parked. I usually would wander around on foot, and visit the neighboring stores and campgrounds in the evening. I wanted to gather firewood and store it at our house and at a campground nearby. I obtained an old two-wheel drive truck and put a load of firewood in the back. Yvette's dad (could also be my dad... it felt like it a little bit) approved of the fact that I was trying to haul the firewood. The firewood was old. It had been laying around unused for quite awhile. I started driving towards the campground, but the truck was sliding in the sand. I went very slow, plotting my course. My brother (it could also have been Yvette's brother Ernie) said he would walk along the mountain and move this big log to the side that was likely to push the truck off of the hill. I realized that it would be very difficult to get to the campground across the mountainside path. I realized that this was what four-wheel drive was good for.

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