The Outsider: A memorable day to forget
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | February 2, 2017|
A memorable day to forget Have you ever had ‘one of those days’? No, really, one of those days. The kind of day that delivers up so many obstacles and surprises that eventually you are at a loss as to what to expect next.
You see, my boss sent me and my colleague, Joey, to finish off a renovation job at a cottage on Redstone Lake. We were only minutes out of Haliburton when he called and asked that we turn around, go pick up a trailer-full of furniture for the client, and take it to the cottage. That’s when everything started to unravel.
First, the trailer hitch didn’t fit the ball of the truck. No matter, drive to the workshop and swap out the ball. Trouble was the ball was rusted in. After an hour of kicking, bashing, heating up with a blow torch and finally yanking on via a chain and a nearby tree, we got the ball out.
On arriving back at the trailer, I promptly put the truck in a snow bank. With no salt at hand we resorted to chipping at the gravel driveway with a hammer to get grit to throw under the wheels. We got the truck out, and I got it stuck again. Back to chipping at the driveway... I guess I was quite angry because I promptly broke the
head off of the hammer. Dammit!
With the trailer finally hooked up, we set off to Redstone. Halfway there my boss called again to say that he had thought better of taking the trailer in on the Boyce Bradley and we should drop it at the end of the road and ferry the furniture in two trips into the cottage.
I have to admit that I made my feelings known about the ridiculousness of the situation, of even picking the trailer up in the first place, but my boss is usually right, and as if to prove his point, we were no more than 10 minutes into the Boyce Bradley when we came upon a pickup tipped precariously into a ditch. With no chance of pulling it out, we helped the elderly driver by phoning a tow truck and went on our way.
Getting to the cottage was no blessed relief because I slid straight past the driveway and into another snow bank. Half an hour of cursing helped get us unstuck. It was noon, almost five hours since we’d originally set out from Haliburton.
At the end of the day, Joey opted to drive because he had grown tired of my antics and wanted to get back quickly to take his son to hockey. That wish evaporated as we saw a convoy of sled dog team trucks, dogsled teams and mushers and finally an SUV roll past us as we were about to pull onto the Boyce Bradley.
We trundled along behind them at about 20 km/h for 10 minutes or so, before they realized we were there and pulled over to let us pass. Trouble was, this generous action turned into a farce as the SUV took a nosedive into the ditch. This time Joey swore, while I got the chains and hooked up the car to our truck. Ten minutes later, the car was back on the road and we were the local heroes, who’d rescued the Norwegian dog sled team.
Hockey was missed but by now Joey and I were giggling deliriously at the insanity of the day that truly was, ‘one of those days’!
WILL JONES - is The Outsider