Death of a Truck

My old truck, shortly before it slid down the embankment & took out a coupla aspens:
the embankment wasn't as mellow as it looks in the pic.

Chalk it up as another "Adventure in the Backcountry"? I'm gonna try and describe how a very good truck got totalled. It was a coupla weeks back, and the Tony Grove road was still navigable for wheeled vehicles. It was a coupla days since the last storm, and I knew there would be tracks in all the normal places. Since the only tracks I really like to see are those made by me, I opted to veer off the main road and proceeded up the gravel pit road.
I had driven the road the week before, but there had been another storm since. Snowmobiles had been on the road to pack it down, but there was also some new snowfall on their tracks. No other wheeled vehicles had been on the road. I shoulda got the hint when I had to get a run at the first fifty feet three separate times, but no. Third time's a charm. The Toyota had it nailed, and we slowly crawled up the lonely, cold stretch of road. I didn't make it all of the way, but I got pretty close to the trailhead. I pulled to the side a bit, put the skins on, and headed up the road for some uneventful bushwacking.
Sadly, the best turns were had on the road back to the truck. Ashamed of my terrain selection, I got in the truck and began to back-up down to a wider section of the road where I would initiate a thirteen-point turn.
I said to myself as I was reversing: "don't get pulled off of the road." Then I got pulled off of the road. I stopped before I got too far off, so I thought I would be fine. Wrong. I put it in 1st gear, and I spun-out; therefore causing the front-end to join the rear-end down off of the road. At this point I realized the seriousness of my situation: it was dusk-surely everyone who was up at TG had headed home, I was hanging off a twenty-foot embankment, and whenever I tried to gain the road again I would only slide further down the embankment.
At one point it crossed my mind to just gun-it down the embankment and hopefully be able to regain the road further down. It was probably good I had this thought, because as I desperately tried once again to get back onto the road from my teetering position my truck began sliding down the embankment. There was no stopping it. First I took out a coupla adolescent aspens with my front-right side, and I saw a small ditch approaching at the bottom of the incline. So I floored it.
Luckily, I bounced up and through the ditch, over some deadfall and stumps. I hit the bottom of the embankment/ into the ditch pretty hard with my front-right side, and I knew there had to be substantial damage. Amazingly, I was now on fairly level ground, and my only concern was to get back on the road. I gave it everything the Toyota had, hopping stumps and deadfall for traction in the fairly deep snow. I assumed my truck was on the verge of exploding, but I surprisingly made it back up onto the road. Shaking my head, I continued homeward in my scarred, noisy vehicle.
I had completely forgotten about Alta the Dog in the back of the truck. She had just been on the ride of her life, bouncing around with several heavy objects in my truck bed. I stopped to fix the flat-tire and nurse Alta back to life. Then came the long drive home, not knowing if the truck was gonna make it. It did.
I realize this would be alot better if I had some pics of the aftermath, but I don't.
But this pic kinda sums it up: