I won't go into a lot of details, but the next day, my brother rode his 950 SE out to the ATV trail while my father and I drove the truck. He stayed with the truck while the two of us rode in to the bike (with 70-ft of rope and a lot of tie-downs). Once the bike was started and the rope secured to the forks, a simple tug of the rope was enough to get the bike going again. If it wasn't for the rope getting caught in the wheels, it would have been a one-shot deal to get to rideable (for me) terrain.
What a relief. Back at the truck and victory beers, it was a nice ride back to base camp.
"I don't know what you do, but I know what I do, and I don't do that." --Uncle Doug, R.I.P.
"Without the possibility of death, adventure is not possible"--Reinhold Messner