The year 

I graduated from high school my buddy and I decided to do a road trip to Oregon. We loaded up the Ford with camping equipment, guitars, and plenty of weed. I couldn't tell you exactly where we went. Too many years ago and too much pot smoke. My sister had given me a cassette tape with Blood on the Tracks on one side (or some of it) and Old and in The Way on the other side. 

We didn't know Oregon was so wet. There was a lot of rain. We were at an Oregon beach and it was apparent that you could drive on the beach. Cool we thought. But a 63 Ford Fairlane with suspension compromised (it was basically a low rider) was not the ideal vehicle. We got about ten feet and became horribly stuck in the sand. 

Fuck! After about an hour a park ranger pulled up in a jeep with a winch on front. Oh cool he'll pull us out. Nope. He saw our California license plate and proceeded to tell us what idiots we were. He had a small folded shovel and he gave it to us and told us to dig ourselves out and then he drove off. We tried but the tires were pretty much sunk in sand all the way. Then another jeep came by. We told them the park ranger had been here and what he'd done.

"He didn't pull you out? He left that stupid little shovel and left? What an asshole. We'll pull you out."

Five minutes later we were back on the road. We considered keeping the shovel but left it in the sand where the car had been. The Ranger was probably surprised when he came back and we were gone.