What if you swerve to avoid a deer in the Feather River Canyon and your car veers into the river?
What if you fry chicken for dinner and a grease fire ignites your kitchen?
How the hell did I get myself into this mess?
That’s what I was thinking a few weeks ago as my wife, our dog and I trudged down a cold and lonely dirt road in the mountains, miles from civilization.
My usually trusty four-wheel-drive Toyota was hopelessly stuck in a little patch of snow no bigger than a slip-n-slide.