Today I had to drive up to Potter County PA to pick up a little light weight motorcycle trailer that I could pull with my subcompact Nissan Versa, out to Montana and back home to Pennsylvania this October. I've designed and built a prototype for a new type of wood stove, a "rocket heater," and the leaders in the field of rocket heater design will be attending a conference there on this type of stove. They've asked me to bring mine and show how it's assembled and works, and it's too bulky to ship it and fly out, besides the fact I'll need various tools and supplies so I don't look like an idiot during show and tell. This little trailer was only 120 miles north of me, it was brand new/unused due to the owner's back problems, it was a great deal and exactly what I was searching for. And it was in a large wilderness area with more deer than people, a three hour drive on two lane mountain and country roads.. I made it to 10:00 mass at the local Catholic nursing home chapel, programmed the address in my GPS, and took off in my little 25 year old 2wd 4 cylinder Dodge Ram 50 pickup, a rebadged Mitsubishi Mighty Max that Dodge imported at one time. I was praying the Rosary and not paying much attention to directions in the middle of a vast state forest when the GPS told me to take a right turn. I slowed down and looked at the road, and it looked like an unpaved forest road, so I drove on and let the GPS recalculate. Within a quarter mile, the GPS showed my already-too-long journey would be delayed another 20 minutes if I didn't follow its directions, so (against my first impression and better judgment) I turned around and took the turn into the forest, figuring it just looked like a gravel road but would turn out to be paved after a small curve. After the small curve I saw a sign stating "No Winter Maintenance" but I kept on, as this was exactly the type of road I drove thousands of miles on at camp, starting at age thirteen. For the next 5 miles I had a delightful drive on a gravel mountain state forest land road, seeing deer, a ruffed grouse, and a beautiful hawk. The GPS said I only had 6 miles to go after I turned onto another gravel road. Unfortunately this road was not as well maintained, and I soon found myself faced with a couple large mud puddles across the road. I had driven this kind of road in two wheel drive cars and trucks for long enough to know that if I got up enough speed I could just coast through the puddles and not get stuck, so that is exactly what I did. The little truck waded through the puddle to the other side without incident. And then the little four cylinder engine sputtered for a hundred yards and finally died. At this point the reality of my situation hit me: a dead engine, no cell phone service, in the middle of an untraveled state forest road, and more than five miles either direction to blacktop highway. And since I had the strokes, I'd be lucky to make it two miles on foot before I was totally exhausted. So...I prayed. Urgently and vigorously. I asked the Lord to have Mercy on me for my stupidity because I was really in trouble, and I begged the Blessed Virgin Mary to intercede and send all the angels to either get my truck started or push it down this mountain trail. I gripped the keys, and the engine sputtered to life, but when I put it in gear, it stalled again. So I prayed and begged even more ardently, and the engine sputtered to life. This time I put it in first gear, and while it coughed and sputtered, it started moving forward. This all happened twice more over the next two miles, dying just past mud puddles, intense prayer and begging, the engine sputtering to life, stalling, and starting again, and slow progress in first gear. Finally the trail started winding down the mountain, the gravel road dried out, I never got stuck in the mud, and by the time I was back to black top the old truck was running like a top again. Many prayers of thanks to The Lord, Our Lady and all the angels and saints filled the rest of my journey. I picked up the trailer and had a nice drive home. I still don't know why I took that trail. I make it a RULE never to follow any GPS directions that take me onto a dirt road. But just this once I made an exception, and thankfully all the heavenly host was with me today. By the way, the last time this truck acted this way, it would not restart and had to be towed.