About the time the sprinkles started it happened.
No pictues, just a happening.
I was trying to finish the grade a little bit in the basin so I wouldn't have mudholes if it rained much.
So I pushed the spoilage or tailings or excess off into the edge of the pond by the bottom of the ramp.
When I was just about done I pushed one time too many about, oh that far, too much.
We sunk like a rock.
It was threatening rain. I'd put the minihoe up on top in case the weather really went south on us. So I got it back down, hooked up a chain, locked the tracks into positraction.
It couldn't pull me. But it could hold what I had. So I put a laborer on it and I jumped in Iris. After the bucket went out of sight it found something firm to push against. We backed up a little bit. We did this over and over and then again and again until we were back on the tierra firma.
I was too busy to take pictures. But here's where we were.