On mothers day in 1997 I went for a drive with a buddy of mine. We ended up doing some off road shit that almost killed both of us. I was driving in a shallow spot of this creek and was just coming out of the water when the rocks started to slide and the current caught the back of my brand new Explorer, spun us around, and sucked us downstream with the power windows rolled up and the power locks not functioning. Even pulling on the door handles was not working even though they were designed to pop the lock as you pull.
Packing a gun has more than one advantage some days. As the water was filling up the vehicle, I pulled my sig and shot out the passenger window so my buddy could get out. Then I did the same to my own. Believe it or not, I never heard the gun fire.
It took 2 towtrucks, a diver, and 9 hours to pull the Explorer out of that hole. I should have died that day. This thought has haunted me for 6 years and today, for the first time since then, I took a drive out to the same place it all happened. I am not sure why , perhaps I was looking for some closure.
I love this area and use to frequent it all the time just to relax, fish, and on that day....swim. (unintentionally) Today things were a little different for me but I still enjoyed the scenery and the company was better looking as well.
The red circle is where the vehicle settled in. Only an inch or 2 of the roof rack could be seen.
For those familiar with the Columbia River area...The area is Eagle Creek and right in front of Rachel is the Columbia River and Bonneville Dam.
