Ok, here's a story. Not very exciting, but I was going over Stevens Pass over the Washington Cascades, in a bad snow storm, when my big, heavy Cadillac slid off the road on a turn and landed about 60 feet down an embankment. My buddy and I were fine, but we were stuck for about 6hrs until a Highway Patrolman found us. We had hiked up to the road for help, but it was too crazy and dangerous to try and flag the occasional motorist down in what had become a blizzard, the road was pure ice. So we waited down in the car.
We had some water, good coats, and IIRC, some food. Nothing substantial, just the normal stuff you'd have in the car for a 6 hour trip.
The trooper's first question when he hiked down to us was "Have any of you been drinking?!" I just grinned and said, I wish, we're pretty damned cold!
So eventually, a heavy duty tow truck with a very long cable got my rig back on the road and we were able to proceed.
Another time I had a van load of young scouts I'd taken into the mountains on a snow hike, and on the way back, on a corner, we slid off the road and were perched half over a 12' cliff above a small river, teetering there. Anybody remember the van scene from True Lies when the bridge gets blown? The two other rigs in our group stopped to help, but it really was precarious.
With a couple big ropes and tow straps, we were able to get my van back on the road and not lose it in the river. I was in 4wd, but that doesn't help much on slick ice.
These were many years ago. Since then, I've been better prepared, better skilled, and probably more lucky.
No rowdy kids were harmed in that event. But it was a bit hairy.
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