St George is in southwest Utah and it too has been hit by heavy rains this year. I was trying to get to wilderness areas west of St George but ran into washed out roads and bridges and couldn't get through.
Went up into the Dixie National Forest instead. There was snow at the upper elevations but I went up anyway just to check out some trailheads. Several miles up the steep mountain road I found a spring had popped up in the middle of the road because of the high water table level. 3 or 4 feet long and spanning almost all of the road, it presented a barrier I knew I couldn't get through... and then I noticed where a couple of vehicles had gone around the left side. If they can do it...
Well I followed the tracks and the front right wheel almost made it to the end when it went down into a hole. I didn't really have much choice so I kept inching forward and the van kept leaning more to the right. I just knew the van was going over. And then the right rear wheel got stuck in another hole more than a foot deep. I was stuck and stuck good. When I got out of the van, the front left wheel was 6 inches off the ground.
The wind was gusting as I started back down the road looking for help. I fully expected the van to be tipped over by the time I got back. It was 6-8 miles back out of the forest, fortunately all downhill.
I stopped at the first house outside the forest and the man was kind enough to take me to a nearby wrecker. This was an old, yellow wrecker covered with mud and probably from the 60's or 70's. The driver was a 380 lb man. He was big!
We go back up to where the van was still tilted precariously but not on its side. He put the hook on it and told me to get in and follow his directions for steering as he pulled me back out. I got in still knowing the van would go over so had my feet outside the door so I would have a chance of getting out when it did.
He pulled the van, ever so gently, out of the mud the exact same way it went in. And then he yelled to put the brakes on... and of course, because my feet were still dangling outside the door, I got them all tangled up trying to get to the brake and crashed into the back of the wrecker. He was standing behind the wrecker but was able to get to the side in time. I caved in the left corner panel and scratched the bumper. I was extremely fortunate not to have gone over and he was extremely fortunate not to have been crushed,
I came back down to a lower elevation and camped for a couple of days until the rains came again. I was afraid the road would washout from the heavy downpours and came down to the very edge of the forest for the night and left the next day.