Way back in the late 70's we had a Datsun Pickup ( Orange, remember those, 4 cylinder) and. 13' Chalet pull behind. We were in Washington State and a friend from the area raved about a campsite in Olympic National Park but it was up a mountain, secluded on a rock road. We're young and strong, and love secluded sites so off we go. Wife in the middle , I'm driving and our friend riding shotgun- tight cab! About 30 minutes up the road I'm now in 2nd gear and climbing slow. Can't remember when I shifted into first but my heart was pounding and when I had the gas pedal to the floor and we stopped, I knew we were in trouble. Did I mention the road was one lane? And looking over the edge of the road was , ugh, scary! Put on emergency brake, standing around outside thinking , now what? You guessed it, me and my friend unhook trailer while my wife places a big rock behind the driver side trailer tire and after several moves and what seemed like hours, the trailer is now facing downhill so I get the truck turned around and barely get passed the trailer and running off the cliff, hook up and GTF out of there!!!!! Must have been a great campsite...... I thanked GOD for days !
