Christmas 2009
Well, I just felt like sharing my wonderful Christmas with you all.
I had a very wonderful time, the snow came directly to provide a perfectly white Christmas for me.
Well, we all knew that the weather was going to turn bad, so we had a Christmas dinner and celebration earlier in the week. I was supposed to work Christmas day anyway, so I opted to stay at home on Christmas Eve.
Trying to avoid any troubles with the drive to work, I thought I should go to town ahead of the storm (about 10 miles to the south) and grab groceries just in case.
I made it to the gas station in the village nearby, about 3.8 miles away. I decided that this was far enough. The weather was too bad at that time to pursue the trip any further. It was light out when I left, but it grew very dark quickly.
So, I opted not to go all the way into town. I had to stop at the local pub, as the gas station lost their liquor license for selling to a minor during a sting operation and I needed to stock up on beer as well. The only place to get some was the pub.
Oh yes, they had cold beer there and could sell it, so I bought a 12-pack to go. Some friends were there, so I left my car running to keep the windows clear and ordered a shot. Pretty fun people, so I stayed a little longer and ordered another shot. That was enough, so I had to say Merry Christmas and head home.
I had no idea that the weather was going to get so bad later or that it would continue on for days. I had a 3.8 mile drive to home. I made it 1/2 that far and I was heading up the gravel road to my house. I could not keep traction on the road at all. I was down to 5-10 mph at tops and just couldn't keep going. I knew I had to go back up a very steep hill, and on a curve to boot, with a 30 foot or better ravine waiting to greet me if I slipped up.
I couldn't muster the guts to try it, as I have before and it wasn't good. This time it was worse as there was an inch or so of ice covering everything by now. I slowed down and contemplated what to to or where to go, I finally decided to take a chance and go as far as I could. I made it 30 or 40 yards and got sucked off onto the shoulder of the road. No traction whatsover! Ah crap!
The north wind was howling, it was almost whiteout conditions by then and just barely after dark. I had a shovel, but no sand and no cat litter. I wasn't stuck in any snow, not really, but my tires were just spinning due to the ice. I knew it was futile, so I called a neighbor to tell him that I was going to walk home and needed to stop at his house to warm up along the way.
It wasn't too bad, I was down in the valley and the wind was ferocious, but a little broken by some trees up ahead. I took what groceries I had bought from the convenience store and a 12-pack of beer and my hot coffee mug and headed up the road.
Not too bad traveling, until I past the first curve. Oh boy! I wasn't quite expecting this. The east west part of the road was totally unprotected from the wind and it came howling down on me from the north and blowing ice-snow (not snow flakes, but ice crystals) hard against me with 25-35 mph force. Now is when I realized that I wished I had a better hat or a stocking cap at least.
This was a short jaunt and I made it to the neighboors to warm up. Then I started out again. The rest of the trip should be fine, I would be sheltered by the trees and bluff. Basically, walking uphill on the road that had been cut out of a wide ravine, so to speak. Well protected from the wind, but just the right terrain for the snow to drop and lay heavy.
I slugged through this snow, uphill for about 1/2 mile. After then, the road leveled out and was a little more flat and easier to walk on with all the ice. I only slipped once on that first trek, but caught myself and continued on.
I finally made it to my nearest neighbors home and asked for a ride the rest of the way. He couldn't make it through the snow on the road with his four-wheel drive jeep, so I planned to walk the rest of the way. He gave my a warmer pair of gloves, but I didn't think about a hat for some reason.
It isn't a long trek from his house to mine, maybe 1/4 mile at most. Oh! I didn't think it was going to be this rough. I had traverseved this entire route before, without stopping to get warm on several occasions. I thought this last little leg would be a breeze. Yes, it was a breeze alright, right out of the NW!
The wind was stiffer than I expected up here in the open and the road was so glazed with ice that it blew my feet right out from underneath me at least three times. Once, I landed on my groceries and (did I mention it is totally dark here now) crushed my packages. My beer and my frozen pizzas and what not were sliding and blowing down the road in the wind. I had to chase them all down and bag them all up as best I could. I had only 1/8 of a mile left to get to my driveway.
I fell again and again as I couldn't keep my footing on the slick ice in this wind, but I got up and kept going. There were drifts coming across the road every five yards that were 2-3 feet deep already (they weren't there when I left). I trudged through them only to find five yards of slickery ice in between.
I finally made it to my mailbox on the road in front. Now, I only need to make it up my driveway to my house. This happens to be another 1/8 mile or slightly less. Fortunately, there were no snow drifts, just the ice. I walked backwards against the wind, carefully as to not slip and fall again and finally made it to the shelter (somewhat) of the trees around the house.
Now, I run into the fun. Because of the trees and the hous, the driveway and front yard is covered with a drift of snow up above my knees. I have to traverse 300 feet to the door of the house through this white crud.
I made it!
I unlock the door, drag myself inside and stock my freezer and refrigerator with the groceries that I managed to salvage from the trek. I had to throw two beers out as the cans burst when I fell. No problem.
I took off my coat and called my neighbors to let them know I made it home alright. Then, I sat down on the couch and gathered my senses.
That's when it hit me. My ears were frostbitten! Oh my lord did they hurt. I didn't dare touch them, I just left them alone, but man did they hurt.
I slept on the couch, shivering and watching TV. I woke the next morning to silence. It was dead quiet, at first. Seemed unusual, so I got up to take a look outside. The wind was whipping all around, but I could not really hear it. I turned to look at the time and the clock was off. The TV was off, the furnace was off, everything was off. The power was out.
I tried calling the power company, but the lines were eternally busy, for 6-8 hours! I could now hear the tree out back, with all the ice on its branches, rubbing over the roof.
There wasn't much I could do, so I ate some cold food and drank some beer, and then I sat there, looking at a blank TV screen with no where to go, no way to get there and no one to tell it to! LOL
The temperature kept dropping in the house, hour after hour. And I was still cold from my trek up the road. I assumed that the water heater held some hot water, but my instincts told me that a hot or even a warm water bath would not be a good idea at this time. Npt a good thing to do if you have frostbite. So, I just pulled some blankets over me and went back to sleep on the couch, listening to the wind howl and the trees grate the roof.
It was almost dark when the power came back on. Boy was I thankful for that!
I went to have a beer and the first few I pulled out of the fridge were busted! After falling on them, I must have punctured them. Some were almost empty. I salvaged about five or so. Bummer!
Well, morning came and it was still snowing hard and blowing very strong. There was no way I was getting to work. I wasn't about to walk again, and it wouldn't do me any good anyway, the highway was closed and my car was stuck and I was screwed.
I spent the day watching TV and trying to shake out the chills. My ears hurt so bad! I went in to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, they were dark purple in color and hurt like heck! I could not sleep normally, as the pillow would rub my ears and cause great pain.
I soon ran out of beer and cigars and had no way of replenishing the stock!
That was ok, I had heat and food and power now. and I was a lot better off than I could imagine others being, like those out on the wagon trail way back then. Of course, that didn't make me any happier.
So, I sat there and wondered how I might get out. My neighbor called me and informed me not to try to get down the hill as he got his tractor stuck and I would not make it with my car. So, I waited.
Saturday evening, the weather cleared up fairly well, so I called a tow to take my car into the gas station at the nearest town, so that if the snow plow came by, I wouldn't be locked in. By that time, they had at least cleared the highway down below.
After that, I waited until Sunday morning and around 9:20 am, I donned my warmest gear and set off to walk to town. 3 and 7/8 miles. It was near 11:10 when I got to my car.
Relief at last, hot coffee! A cigar, and I have to get ready to go to work afterwards. Happy ending? Oh no! It isn't over yet! Remember that the shop in the village can't sell beer? So I am not going to run out of beer and cigars or food and stuff again, so I stop at a store in the next town over, but, they don't sell beer on Sundays, until noon. No problem, I will return to the store after doing some shopping. I get back there right at noon, they check their clocks and... Awh crap, their clocks on the registers are off by 25 minutes and they cannot sell beer until the clock on the register says 12:00, so this time I don't bother to wait for their clock.
I head out of town to another store and... They don't stock my brand! I give UP! Well, not really, I eventually get a stock of beer and cigars and food, just in case and I head to work, work 12 hours, and head back for home.
I didn't know what to expect exactly, but I knew my road well and I knew that it wasn't passable when I left and it probably isn't now, so I took a back road. My gosh it was really clear and free of snow better than I expected. All the way up until about 1/2 mile from my house, and there it was.... a 12 foot drift (no kidding) all the way across the road. Well, I can take another alternate route home, so I get turned around and head in the opposite direction and I get 2-3 miles way out of my way before I find another clear road back over to my main road and it looks good, so I take it.
Unfortunately, this road gets worse and worse and worse as I go, It ends in a four wheeler track at another 10-16 foot snowdrift across the entire road and the nearest drive or side road is behind me about 200 yards. I was getting upset at this time. It was 5:20 in the morning and I was not very happy!
Somehow I managed to get my car backed up through all the snow and turned around and headed back to my normal road.
I took the road that I probably should have taken in the first place and driving up a 7 degree grade in deep snow, with my accelerator floored, I made it up the hill and the road opened up and was all clear again! Whew!
Then I rounded the corner and there it was! Another 1/8 mile long set of drifts, just like rapids on the Colorado! Ah crud! I just said screw it, backed up a few yards and floored it and didn't look back! The snow was flying up over my hood and over the windshield and I had no idea where I was going and I didn't care! I just kept it as straight as I could and with the pedal to the floor, I made it all the way to the beginning of my driveway. WHEW!
My drive is a little shy of 1/8 of a mile and most, but not all of it, has been cleared by the wind. So I make it half way to the house, and I think that this is good enough for me! I put my snow boots on and trudge back to the house and...
I popped the top on a beer, turned on the computer and went directly to...
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