Thursday evening and Friday evening started everything off, about 3" of the fluffy moisture combined and it was pretty when seen through the right eyes and from the proper perspective. I've got to be careful because I'm getting perilously close to losing proper perspective.
We all met in Red Wing for dinner after work on Friday and since no plans had been made for the hopefully lazy weekend other than getting Lauren to the airport so that she could get back to USC after her holiday break, we sat around all Friday evening and watched videos in the 'nice and warm'. I wasn't feeling the best anyway, so some hot tea and quietly watching the flat screen made for a comfortable evening.
There was talk of going out for lunch on Saturday to one of our favorite places down the river a ways, so by 9AM I was outside and had the plow truck warming up to open up our parking area and driveway. I was only on my 2nd (of very many) passes when the front wheels dropped over a substantial edge into some very solid, icy snow, the front blade hung up on a couple feet of previously plowed drift with my rear tires on the very icy driveway.
I was stuck. I was really very stuck.
The '46 Ford 9N wouldn't start, even with lots of prodding, the first time THAT's happened so I shoveled.......and shoveled......and shoveled. NPR's Car Talk was on in the truck and they were just finishing up their 11-12 show when the truck finally extricated itself. I spent another 45 minutes getting the rest of the parking area and the long driveway clean, tired but very relieved to have it all over with.
Saturday's version anyway.
We had another couple of inches last night with weather warnings of bitter cold and of course my nemesis, blizzardy winds for this evening and Monday. Those winds started late morning and I was out with a nice cushion of time to get the area cleaned once again before Peg and Ben took Lauren to the airport. Much of the driveway was level full of snow with the blowing and getting everything ready so that they could 'escape' proved to be another big task. Originally planning to be part of the send-off party, I elected to stay home so that with a half hour of warning, I'd be able to once again remove the drifts so that Peg and Ben could get back IN the driveway.
The large 'disturbed' area in the shadow between my hips and shoulders is where the truck was over the edge yesterday morning.
Here's the Action shot.......
From inside The Beast up on the road, ready for another up-to-the-hood push of snow. Those spots on the windshield are mud from yesterday's stuckness. There are huge drifts on the lee side of the snowfence, again affirmation as to the fence's utility. The low spot (ditch) actually has remained drift-free this winter. If we get too much more snow, the fence will not be tall enough to do much good for the small area it covers.
I am feeling better today but not looking forward to tomorrow. Weather predictions for the day are dismal, both the temperature and the winds. But, tomorrow is tomorrow.
This evening I made reservations for a weekend riding trip.....that will happen in late August and mapped out some Routes on roads I've not ridden before.
Spring will arrive, hopefully in time.