On the many miles trip to my friend's camp, we experienced many deep water ditches, a lost exhaust system, and faced a river crossing on a bridge formed from 12X12 inch or a bit wider timbers. Unfortunately, those timbers were spaced for the lumber trucks that used that crossing many years earlier. I pulled my Suburban up to the beginning of the "bridge" and found that my tires hung off the inside of the timbers by inches on each side. With the help of a guide walking the bridge ahead of my truck, we made it to the other side. I don't quite know what we would have done if the truck had slid off the bridge. I guess we would have walked the rest of the way to the camp and travelled back to Michigan on the Algoma Central and left the Suburban to rust in the Ontario bush. We had a week to ponder reinstalling my exhaust system as well as the return trip across the same bridge. We were hoping for dry weather for the bridge crossing. Those timbers were slippery even when dry. Oh, end of story. We made it just fine, over the bridge and back to Maryland.
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