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Later, poor George, just as he was regaining our respect and trust,

another problem befell him. As we were returning from an early
morning safari heading for our anticipated breakfast, he decided to take

a short-cut back to the camp. The sun was shining brightly into the
curvy path through a small ravine-like feature. Because of the glare,

neither George nor any of us could have foreseen that we were
barreling up to a sand-trap, worse than any on a golf course. Sure
enough, we were soon stuck in the slippery dry sand almost up to the

hubcaps.

Despite valiant efforts by
George, Mark, Lawrence, and

Jim to free it, the rover was
only getting deeper into the

sand. Then he discovered
that the 4-wheel drive was
not engaged nor could it be.

There was shade on one side
of the little ravine, but it was

very hot and getting hotter,
especially for the fellows

trying to dig the wheels out, put limbs in for traction, and other
maneuvers. George had his phone, some good luck there, and it worked

even in the ravine so another rover quickly appeared to rescue us in
time not to miss breakfast. A tractor was soon dispatched as well and
George and the benighted rover were hauled back to camp, rather

unceremoniously.