What choice did I have? The one time I tried to drive where the highway wasn't, I got stuck. Taking this photo.
I called the motor club and got terrific service from the young buy running the towtruck from Southey, about 15 km north of my bog on the north slope of the valley. Needing to winch my car straight back, to prevent it from sliding further into the ditch, he rigged up a pulley system at the back of his truck so that force applied to it translates to force applied perpendicular to my rear axle.
The diagram is not drawn to scale. The back of the truck was another half-length back. He got me going and I carried on.
Waiting for the truck, I'd begun a piece called "Lorca in Saskatchewan." What he'd find holy here.