Sometimes you need a little push

I don't know whose idea it was to go to see one of the biggest boulders in Estonia. I know it wasn't my idea. I could have stayed in the comfort of the living room playing card games. Then again, the bright blue sky and time in fresh air made it hard to argue against the suggestion. Besides the boulder was a short drive away. 

My sis sat behind the wheel, I sat next to her, my little nephew (5) and my teenager daughter (17) sat on the back seat of my sister's small Škoda Fabia. First we drove down a dry and clean main road, then turned to a bit snowier and narrower side road, from there to slightly icy and bumpy forest road, and then we turned to a winding forest side path that hadn't seen any proper snow clearing machinery. We faced two deep tracks and a frozen mound in the middle. Slowly moving forward we listened to the frozen snow scraping the bottom of the car. 

"I don't think it's sensible to drive forward," my sis decided. Without an opportunity to turn around she started driving backwards. Driving forward in the snow is difficult. Driving backward in frozen tracks rises the challenge level significantly. 

My sister showed admirable skills. Slow and steady, slow and steady, slow and steady she drove. Until she didn't. Turning a bit too much left the car moved off the tracks and got stuck. Trying moving forward. nothing. Backward. Nothing. Stuck.

"Go give a push," my sister instructed me. Mind I have never climbed a rope, pulled a chin, nor made push-ups. I am more of a sofa, cup-of-tea and book kind of soft-bodied gal nearing my fifty. I climbed out of the car, went behind it and started pushing. I became a Superwoman. 

Sometimes one person pushing is not enough. My daughter climbed out too. She became a Wonder Girl. 

The sight of us two in the middle of a fur tree forest pushing a small white car might have made a funny home video. It would have been even funnier if the car was stuck in mud. We didn't mind the silliness of the sight and with all our might we continued pushing, pushing, pushing and voila! the car moved forward, back to the path. My sis drove backward to the previous road fork where she could park, and we continued on foot. The big boulder, called "kivide kuningas" (King of the Rocks), was were it had been for centuries.