So here's the sequence of events:
Ben and I decide to go offroading at the meadow the day after Christmas. I find a trail I've never tried before... so we give it a whirl. Nice trail... mud, rocks, ruts... fun stuff. About a mile into the trail, in one of the mud ruts, we hear and feel a jolt from the front left. Moments later, the same jolt from the rear left. Truck drives out of the ruts alright, must be okay. A quarter mile later "Uh... Ben, the steering's a little hairy." I get out, see a demolished rear tire hanging off the aluminum rim. DAMMIT! Close the door, the front tire is flat too. I have one spare. So we get the spare and the jack out... the floor jack doesnt work. I have a bottle jack too, but we're gonna need another spare anyway.
So we hike a mile back up the trail, get Lindsay on the phone. Hike two miles back to Uconn, then she arrives to pick us up. We get work clothes, another jack, some lights, a second spare from my car (same bolt pattern), food, and various other car emergency stuff. Back to the meadow, ben carrys the 50-lb hiking backpack and I lug the 50-lb spare a mile through the woods back to the truck. Its dark now. We bring out ben's jack... ben's jack don't work. We get the bottle jack out, it works... but we're in a precarious position for it. Drive 20 feet to a better location, now we've knocked the front tire off the rim too. Brilliant. Well, we use the bottle jack to lift the truck a few inches, then ben's floor jack can get high enough to pass the leak and lift the truck. We get the rear spare on, get the front spare on, and because its a 14" rim, it just barely fits over the brakes. Start the truck up, drive 3 feet and hear a horrific grinding noise. The brake caliper is contacting the inside of the 14" rim. We give up for the night, leave the truck in the woods.