So, continuing Monday’s adventures:

I had just completed an epic massage treatment, I felt awesome, aside from a nagging hacking cough.

I really wanted to complete a blog, so I headed to a Starbucks. I went “off road,” taking a well-used trail through a wooded area close to a flowing stream. This path was gravel, yet well packed, with quite a few wooded “bridges” that crossed nothing. I felt save on this path.

Upon arriving at Starbucks, I was able to finally publish a long overdue blog, while sipping a quad shot americano. I still was hacking from time to time, but nothing serious, or so I thought.

Blog done, coffee drained, I planned to head home, having no other plans for the day.

I went the same route back, by the stream, through the woods, on the well-maintained trail.

This time, the big difference, I was overstimulated from the quad americano, driving fast, while slowing down to take corners. I kid you not.

Anyways, I rounded one corner too close to the edge. The tires immediately became snagged in mud!

Damn!

I got out of CJ-3, and tried, alone, to haul the contraption out, then two women offered their help. Needless to say, CJ-3 got more stuck.

I hacked a few times, stumbled a few more, then realizing the three of us could not unstuck this chair, one woman made a phone call.

Being DeafBlind, I did tell them when they first approached me, I was unaware of who she called. Maybe it was to her hunky husband, her super strong son, or some co-workers with muscles rippling. I didn’t know, she didn’t tell me.

By now, I was leaning against a fence, having a sore foot, a hacking cough, plus the ataxic movements; I was out of it.

The woman who called was super friendly, we chatted by text.

Finally, she let me know some people were coming to help, by gesturing “coming” which I translated to “They are coming!” Oh great, the cavalier arrives…

I was a tad shocked when I saw three Coquitlam Fire & Rescue guys strutting into view, as if unearthing wheelchairs is a the only thing they do.

The woman had called 911, non-emergency line!

Oh my! Two crew members hauled CJ-3 free of mud & mire in a jiffy, while the third observed. They were all smiles and concerns, thru I didn’t know what they were saying. Obviously they, all five, were chatting merrily. They knew I was DeafBlind.

Freeing CJ-3 was done, then the Rescue crew helped me by guiding me from fence to chair, the ataxic movements, I almost fell, were not rehearsed. They also fiddled with CJ-3, trying to get her started, which finally happened after a few minutes of coaxing!

Naturally, I was grateful, I thanked everyone present, I didn’t give any presents, alas but dapped them all. Including the two women.

I rolled away, careful to not look back as I hacked another cough, thinking what a day, and it’s only 1:53. Still time for more fun…

I was right on that, stay tuned for part 3!