First, my condolences.
Second - wow, there are some great stories. My can't compare, but I will tell it anyway.
A non-caching friend of mine and I decided that we needed to get away, leave the men behind and just go. She is originally from the Upper Peninsula (UP) of Michigan. We live near Detroit, so it is about a 4 hour drive up. Now, let me give you a little background on my friend. As I said, she is not a cacher. Matter of fact she is not outdoorsie at all.
We were there mid May, so the tourist season had not begun. The small inn we stayed in Paradise had not even turned on the heat since we were the ONLY ones there. We had to ask from more blankets. We enjoyed waking up when ever we wanted. We found this wonderful little restaurant call the Berry Patch. It only had 4 tables, and had a small gift shop attached. They even opened it for us to take a look around. We ended up coming back every morning... they had the BEST french toast I have ever had!
One day we headed out to White Fish Bay to take a look at the lighthouse and spend some time on the beach. While we were there we discovered they had a avian lookout site, so we headed up to take a look. There was an eathcache nearby that I wanted to grab, but involved a long walk around the beach, and my friend was not up to that.
The next morning we wanted to go back to the beach when I noticed a road that headed directly to the earthchache. (Yes I was using a GPS) I talked my friend into letting me head for it. Now this is the fun part, I drive a small Honda Civic. The road we took quickly changed into rock, then even quicker, sand. Me being me said, Ah, I can do this and kept driving, and driving, and driving. We end up about .5 away from the cache and my car stops. Ok, no problem, we can get it out. We get it out, then immediately get stuck again. By this time the sun is setting. We have no cell service and we are 10 miles away from town and 4 miles from the lighthouse. We continue to work on the car, getting it out, then stuck again. It is now dark, our flashlights are dieing. My friend keeps hearing "animals" in the woods and is freaking out. I am slightly concerned since we were in bear territory. We know that right now there is no getting help... we are stuck. So we sit in the car, I sleep, my friend is so freaked out she can't sleep. At the first sign of light (5:45 AM) she wakes me and says we have to do something. We talk out our options and decide to hear to the lighthouse and hope there is someone around. As we walk there the fog rolls in. We can't see our hands in front of our faces, but we hear a car. Yippie! We head in the direction of the sound and I find a caretaker of the avian lookout getting some seed together. I poke my head in and say, "Excuse me. Can you help? I got my car stuck in the sand." I scared the heck out of him, then hear a voice from behind me, "I can. I have a 4x4 truck." Ah, my savior! He takes us back to the car and the whole time he is saying, "I can't believe you got this far down. What kind of car do you have?" He hooks up the toe chain and begins to pull me out. My friend is in the truck with him, me in my car. Later she told me that he kept swearing that he almost got stuck too. We finally made it out, and our savior looks me dead in the eye and says, "I hope you know never to do that again." Yeah, I do.
Compared to that day/night the rest of the trip was uneventful.