Hey Dude, Where's My Car?
When the pre-Christmas storm was forecast to leave 8 inches of snow we decided to leave the truck here on the land rather than at the base of the hill (near the plowed road). I figured it would be easier to "track" our unplowed road if I was heading downhill. The flip side, of course, is that we'd potentially have a half mile to shovel (NOT) if we got stuck.
Looking outside on December 23rd it was easy to see that the forecast had underestimated the snowfall. More than 20 inches of snow had fallen in the past 24 hours on top of the 16 inches we'd received in the 24 hours prior to that.
Yes, that's Marion's car in the photo above, buried by more than three feet of new snow.
Not to be ones to give up without trying, we dug out the truck, and, with chains on all four tires, I looked at Marion from the driver's seat and asked, "Are you ready?"
I knew that if we stopped moving (or even slowed too much) our trip to the plowed Kibling Hill Road would be over. I put the truck in gear and accelerated cautiously. Our momentum built. Snow began to fly. Anxiety built.
The task soon became even more difficult as the snows were so deep that they were flowing up and over the hood, blinding us as we used the truck body itself as a plow. Nope, stopping is not an option.
Floating on top of the snow with chains clawing for traction on the loose white powder, we managed to keep ourselves between the trees and moving forward through the deep snow all the way . . . almost.
Thirty feet before the end, we could go no more. We were deep in it and stopped. I pushed my door open through the snow that was piled nearly to my window. Looking underneath the chassis I could see the well packed snow that had built under us to the point of lifting the vehicle beyond any hope of traction.
Thirty feet of shoveling? Not bad. Compared with the alternative, not bad at all.
With a vehicle now on the "outside" we had a clear path to my sister's home for the family gathering on Christmas Day. (Marion's car, on the other hand, while now uncovered, is waiting for spring.)
My contribution to family dinners is usually apple pie. Hot out of the oven, the pie warmed my hands as we snowshoed down the mountain for a day of holiday cheer - a very white Christmas, indeed!