This is a boring thread. I shall try to juice it up.
It was a dark and stormy morning. I made the decision to drive the chevy anyway and left the Subaru at home. Eeeeek, there was slush on the road, shoulda used the Subie. I putted on into work, meanwhile white hell was unleashed and the snow continued and began to turn the badly kept lawns white. Thoughts of the Donner Party went through my head.
I changed clothes and personalities and switched to the other Chevy. The White Death had turned to light drizzle in our mossy little community. How far would I make it? Would the logger have plowed?
At the third switchback above the campground, the white death reappeared I kept on, still in two wheel drive, thumping over the occasional covered up tree branch. Soon it was time to put er in four wheel drive, and I did so.
There were signs of death cookies along the shoulder. Someone had plowed yesterday, but plowed badly. A couple more miles and the Chevy came to a halt. The gate was closed. I looked for tracks, there were none. The Chevy was dragging and hard to turn around, but I made it. The thought of having to eat the MREs (vegetarian) inspired me to stay free of the deep snow and I returned to the lower elevation.
Later: The Scary Bright Orb Appears or Where Did I Put The &%$& Sunglasses and Will The Used Dog Get Too Hot Waiting In The Pickup.
(He got his stitches out today but one was hard to get out and made a hole so he has a punkish gothic looking staple in his nose.)
