backcountry breakdown 2025-09-15T14:11:44Z
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Rain lashed against the windshield as we crawled up the mountain pass, my kids' laughter fading into nervous silence when that godforsaken chime echoed through the cabin. Not now. Not here. The check engine light glared like an angry cyclops in the twilight, miles from cell towers with bears probably eyeing our minivan as a tin-can snack. My knuckles whitened on the steering wheel – this wasn't just a breakdown; it felt like nature laughing at my hubris for daring a backcountry adventure.