Snow drifted down from the skies Saturday afternoon and most of Sunday. Beautiful, pure (looking) white snow. I felt so secure, able to keep working at full tilt even with a foot or two of snow outside.
Yesterday afternoon Rusty and I got in the car to head for the post office. Out of the driveway, turning to face the road past my place, and I was stuck. Whether it was the snow under the wheels or under the car I couldn’t tell, but my front wheels were merrily spinning, and I was going nowhere.
My bro Dave came over (he lives on the other end of this 20-acre development) about 5 pm and couldn’t figure it out. Said he’d come back today.
I had another idea. When my assistant Kay arrived at work at 9:30, we picked up some shovels and tackled the job ourselves. She was able to unload snow packed beneath the car, and we both worked on clearing or trampling snow in the path the car would take. My driveway is about 100 feet or so in length and wide enough to handle two cars in a pinch. Except that a few decades ago my stepdad built a stone fence from the house to the driveway that cuts the width at that point.
Well, we tackled that snow like we were doing it a favor, and in thirty minutes we had the whole driveway and the area under the car pretty well stomped down or cleared out. Got in the car. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. Forward. Reverse. There it goes! Whoopee!
I drove in and out of the driveway and garage several time and tamped down more snow to put the “seal of approval” on our work. Now I can resort to my usual smug self, so lucky to be in a warm dry place with all the comforts of home and working as hard as I can for Griffith Publishing.
Tags: digging out, Idaho snow, stuck in snow
