I stepped on the gas again and felt the wheels spinning beneath me, but my car didn’t budge an inch.
It was 2pm on a Sunday afternoon and I was off ‘exploring’ for shoot locations. At some point during my little mission, I had gotten my car stuck in quick sand.
I kid you, not.
I had a photo session scheduled a couple of hours later and here I was, in Atlantic Beach with my 3,500 pound car, stuck in sand, with no people in sight.
No choice but to have a sense of humor about it, I started taking selfies with my now useless hunk of metal.
After my little photo op, I went into problem-solving mode. My first attempt was to shove wood planks under my wheels to see if that would give me some traction. FAIL.
I was on hold with Triple A (knowing all too well it would take them TOO long to get there…I had a shoot I had to show up for) and took a walk in the interim. I bumped into two very lovely guys who first assured me I was not completely off the wall. I wasn’t the first to end up in this particular pickle…and then offered to quite literally push my car out of the sand.
Cut to a couple of hours later, and my family rolled up.
It was 50 degrees….it was overcast….and we had the chilled ocean breeze…
It was straight up unexpectedly COLD.
But this family…my G-d, this family!! They stepped out the car with their faces glowing. They gave me 150% of themselves.
We were playing Red Rover with the car as our home base. We cranked up the heat and used it as a warm-up zone.
Needless to say, it was quite a day…but all of that paled to the memories we created that afternoon.
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