Sunday 17 April 2016
Did a bit in the garden yesterday, planted 7 standard roses a sweet cherry tree and a peach tree, cut the grass, well most of it and watched the apple blossom falling like snow in the breeze.
At mid-day it was about 22C and dry, so I thought a little trip out would be nice. Nothing new to anyone, if you've followed any of these posts, so it was up the track from my place to the village of Secaria, and then along the horse and cart track up, up and up some more, all the way to Azuga, about 35 km of mountain top offroad.
First stop was at about 1,540 m (so my compass AP tells me)
So I stood on the roof rack and did a
pirouette ...

(Turn the volume down because it was a bit breezy, and all these vids & photos are only iPhone & iPad, guess who left the camera bag at home again

)
the truck
the view across to Sinaia and Bucegi
A 7 yr old, with attitude...
And, about 7 short video clips took us to about 1,750 m
So, here we go... (Again, turn off the sound, it's only Swimbo yapping, or her 95 yr old father... or my daughter, all in foreign...)
Vid 1
Vid 2
Some mountain flowers in last year's dead grass
Some snow
Even a a very poor attempt at a snow man (correction, very small child)
Viws galore
Vid 3
Vid 4
After having a few snow moments, I asked the better-half to run ahead with the iPad....
Vid 5
Then it was the decent down to the top of Azuga's ski slopes...
Vid 6
Next is the decent down to the village, but it's quite narrow and with a sheer drop on the left, at one point, where there was a lot of snow, the missus said no! You know what
that means
Vid 7
So after a 5 point turn on a track the same width as the length of my wheelbase, we went back to find another way down. Now here you get no photos, it was that bad. You know, when you're busy, too busy to photo it, well that's how busy I was.
We got stuck.
Yes, I know, it's an 80, but I was stuck. A steep decent, very deep wash-out on the right, and all covered with old snow. Yep, the right rear slid into the wash-out, the front did the same, and the front axle diff buried itself into the edge of the track. We were rocking, left to right, with none of the wheels with any weight on them, to speak of.
Bugger, out came the ground anchor, because there was not a single tree in sight. It ripped out. And again, in fact, the ground was so soft it tore out 5 times. By now, I'm getting bothered. Then, as my Father in law described it, we were recused by Martians...
7 leather-clad bikers and quadders, with full face helmets, stopped to help, and they did the trick! Sitting on the bank on my low side, level with the roof rack, all together on a count of three, they pushed sideways and gave all the weight to the Tera-firma wheels.
Yippee, off we went like a bobsleigh, and the track was great after that!
So it was down, down, down through the
forest next, and out onto Tarmac, for a 2 hrs traffic jam ride home (bloody weekend traffic, a 30 minute ride taking 2 hrs, not happy).
All in all, a great afternoon out, and the old truck didn't miss a beat as usual.