Many years ago I took a trip with my mother west from our home near Salt Lake City toward California in our crazy 6 wheeled van. I was a fairly new driver, so when we got to the giant concrete tree I decided to drive out to it.
As we were leaving I decided to drive around it a bit where I saw a bunch of other tracks had made circles in the salt. My mother got nervous when she saw what I was doing and started yelling "STOP! STOP!", so I did... Wrong move! While I had been moving, our speed and fresh salt had been holding us up, and when I stopped we immediately sank up to our axles like the motorhome here.
When the wrecker came they didn't want to come off the road at all. They had to leave and come back with a much longer cable. It took a few hours, but we managed to escape and finish our trip with no other major problems :)
As we were leaving I decided to drive around it a bit where I saw a bunch of other tracks had made circles in the salt. My mother got nervous when she saw what I was doing and started yelling "STOP! STOP!", so I did... Wrong move! While I had been moving, our speed and fresh salt had been holding us up, and when I stopped we immediately sank up to our axles like the motorhome here.
When the wrecker came they didn't want to come off the road at all. They had to leave and come back with a much longer cable. It took a few hours, but we managed to escape and finish our trip with no other major problems :)