The drive was going well, and we met up with family and friends along the way and were now caravanning our way to the cabin. We reached the turn off to the dirt road that would take us to the cabin, feeling relieved that we were close. The dirt road was wide and had no trees to worry about with the trailer in tow so that was a relief. Driving on a dirt road with a trailer required driving at a slower pace. In addition, as we drove further, the road became bumpier and more rutted out. We kept thinking, "I bet it’s just around the corner," just to realize, "Nope, we aren't there yet." The dirt road had exceeded the “few miles” we had been told. To make matters a little more precarious, we had not seen a gas station for hours and we were getting low on gas, making us fearful of not being able to leave and make it to a gas station.
We stopped and expressed concern and were told there was gas at the cabin we could use, and that we were really close now. A little relieved, we proceeded on. We drove half a mile further and my son ended up with a flat tire on his vehicle. The rocky and rutted out road made changing that a bit tricky, thankfully after a bit of time the tire change was successful and we proceeded on. A few minutes later we finally caught sight of the cabin. We had arrived! Tired and hungry, it was now time to relax.