Boy I have seen this happen numerous times on seasonal roads turned sled trails. Always amusing - usually a hefty groomer had to go in there and make the recovery. I always laughed at these dumbass rookies everytime….
…until it was me. Tug Hill - all backroads are snow covered all the time in good winters so hard to discern in many cases whats a seasonal road turned trail and whats plowed - you have to just know. I had me and my kid and a buddy along on the trip, one sled on a single place trailer. The truck was a 2000s vintage explorer. We were on our way to a remote bar/motel/sled rental to grab a rental sled. Made a left turn according to GPS and shit here we go! Instantly knew I had just made a galacticly stupid mistake apparently sitting on my brain at the time. I just kept my foot in it and squirreled around the trail in 4x4 and jesus h christ we made it the 1/2 mile to the bar to this day I have no idea how. Moderate ruts on the trail. Sleds saw us on the trail just shaking heads but no one saw us pull in to the parking lot (easily accessible from another direction). We sheepishly and quickly unloaded, grabbed the rental and split on the sleds, abandoning the truck. We were staying at another hotel about 50 miles away which I was glad for. Came back to the truck a few days later and hightailed it outa there feeling dumb as shit - more than normal anyway. Red face went away a week or so later.
sidebar - in the middle of nowhere sometime later, my buddy lost the key to his rental sled. We were properly fucked. I lost it. Exploded to 11 blind with rage. Melted right down. Then I opened the cowl, looked at the ignition, unplugged the key connection (like a 5 prong plug), rotated it 180 degrees leaving one prong outside of the ignition plug, prayed, then it started right up. Jubilation. Polaris 600 from the 2000s. Key was useless, and thank the almighty for his interventions looking over our dumb asses that day. No other explanation.