On 2 occasions we have gotten ourselves in a pickle. The first time we were out sightseeing with Axel and Kathy in Iceland. There is a good spot to view some southern shoreline but there is no access road, actually the road was being built as were were driving on the dirt path. After seeing the coast with it's wonderful views we headed back on the dirt path when we got ourselves stuck, DEEP, in the ash. We tried pushing the car but we were pretty stuck, out in the middle of nowhere-land and barely any other people to help. Luckily the road construction workers (all 3 of them) came and towed us out with the big wheel cars.
The second time we got stuck was last night in the snowmobile. We were a small group of 6 (3 snowmobiles) and I guess we were doing so well, our guide took us off trail and into some deep snow. Joe got stuck and the guide had to try to unstick us. He got his own snowmobile stuck himself (on a tree) but we eventually got ourselves out. The snow is deceptively deep. Like over waist deep. Er, I mean Sophie-sized waist deep. We guesstimate over 1 meter but I'm talking DEEP SNOW. I thought for sure we would be stuck for more than an hour when the guide couldn't get our snowmobile out from what seemed like snow-quicksand.
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