So, just in an effort to satisfy my own curiosity, was there a reason for backing down the driveway instead of pulling into it? I assume the neighbor would have been OK with you turning around at his house if necessary... and it would likely have eliminated said oops.

Not to be outdone, I tried to park my truck in the ditch on the way home from work one morning (missed an unmarked, freshly paved with no painted lines turn off for a construction detour). Seemed like everybody I knew from work went by on their way in. Still hear about that one on occasion.

I dont really have a good reason for backing down. I did not want to turn around at his house, as I was not sure of how much parking would be etc. so I was going to pull in, back out. Or back in, pull out. I have dark tint. sun was getting low. Decided to back in, pull out . . .

And it just gets more stupid from there. small voice, stop pull forward, get re-centered. me, 'nope, just going to turn more . . .'

Shit happens - Forrest Gump

I laughed. Not because of your predicament, because that seemed to work out great. It is, afterall, how young people learn what to do in such situations and it sounds like a bunch of great folks assisted. Also because I once slid my moms 1974 F-250 off a road once when I was a pup (dad had long since past away and I'd asked nicely if I could borrow her truck to go fishing a high country lake). My version looked just like yours with some exceptions.

1st) There was 6" of snow. 1 set of tracks heading up (not mine, mom had a 2wd and the tracks must have been 4wd). When I realized I was outclassed, I started backing down, but got out of the tracks in the snow (the road was at an slope/angle) and slid off the road.

2nd) The hill below which I was perched precariously one was much steeper and more like 100' until the first old growth Doug Fir for a stopper.

3rd) I was all alone @10 miles from the road I'd turned off of, likely no one would be coming and there was no cell phones or communication.

4th) I never made it to the lake I wanted to go fish, and during the debriefing on why no fish came home with me, I suspect that I missed telling mom the part about getting stuck most of the day, and almost rolling her truck down a big-assed hill.

Nice Truck BTW, and thank you for sharing a great story. My son is so much more capable than me in these kinds of things, mostly because of folks like you, and me, sharing these stories so that the knowledge can be passed on (and expanded).

Today was just not my day with vehicles. I was in my Sierra pulling an 18' car trailer with my daughter's Silverado (broke down, don't know why) on it. Long story short I got stuck in my front yard as I was backing the trailer into a parking spot. I feel really stupid because I KNEW it had been raining for two days and the ground was soft.

Then when I went to start the tractor, smoke started curling out from under the dash so I had to nix the plan of pulling it out with the tractor. Now I've got a tractor repair project for tomorrow.

Called both my son and grandson to come by after work this evening and pull me out. Both arrived just minutes apart. All it took was about a 5 ft pull before getting traction again, but had to wait all afternoon till they got there.

I appreciate the additional explanation. Looking at the pic, I couldn’t figure out how you got there. Tinted windows answers that.

I'd wager that everyone reading this forum has done something similar. I know I have. Yep, it's embarrassing but there are two outcomes: you find out who is ready to help and it's fodder for stories over the next 20 years.