After the kids all departed home to start families, they left us the bush buggy. We call it the Snork (named for the air vent sticking up roof-high. This snorkel keeps our engine sucking air even if it’s under water). On our jaunt here, we crossed several deep mud holes (swamps that nearly flowed into the cab).
This branch was much lower than it looks! My roof barely cleared it. After nearly 40 years of marriage, Carol and I have always managed to “squeeze through” tight spots together. God’s grace, and a lot of patience–on her part.