Sometimes shit happens that is definitely not planned. Case and point being last night's adventure.
We were aiming for a campsite beneath some waterfall far off the main road and well away from any remote civilization. We had been en route for over 5 hours, traversing some tricky mountainous river terrain in the dark. The trail cut into the treeline were we found some pretty serious mud patches. Unfortunately I picked the wrong line and ended up nose down in one of them with water entering the front of the cab. A quick tug got me out but at that point I was pretty done. It was 1a.m., we were all super exhausted, nerves were shot, a CV axle broken on another truck, rock damage to some degree for everyone and we were still 3 miles from camp. So we called it a night soon after.
You can either cry and accept defeat at these moments or chalk it up to a lesson learned and move on. I admittedly did both. But a new day brought higher spirits and the journey through Canada continues.