We decided we better go get some supplies. Yes, during the storm. Also, after the electricity went off. If it was up to me all this would be done before the storm, but Rusty has a sort of fearless style. This storm was no different than the hurricanes we faced in Florida. I like to feel prepared. Just some fuel, water and canned goods. Nothing crazy. Him, Oh, just some beer, perishables and doughnuts to last us through. If the inevitable happens, then we venture into the storm. Although this is exciting and filled with heart stopping action, driving on mountain roads that have not been plowed nor will see one, does make me white knuckle the door handle, and hold of my breath, as if that will help. Maybe it does. So off we went. Snow, wet heavy snow, falling down fast, while temperatures slowly dropped. Off we went to get my water, fuel and canned goods.
We ended up stopping a few times to see if people needed a tow. Most were ok. But at the Family Dollar store a woman was having a hard time getting her car out of the steep parking lot and onto the road. I got out and talked to her while Rusty and another guy tried to find a solid place to connect the chain to her car.
When the guys hollered to have her turn the wheel so the could connect the chain, she did so with her foot. The woman had no arms.
We chatted some more, until I wished her well, jumped back into the car, and we pulled her and her car up and onto the road. Stopping traffic. Success.
She was not afraid. This woman with no arms, got into her car and drove to the store, by herself in a bad storm, to pick up a few things.
I thought of my white knuckle grasp and of my fear. she had neither.
|out on a main road following a plow truck|
|I take photos between breath|
|we made it home, and drove up the hill to tuck in all the animals|
|home sweet home, in darkness|
|the next day, the sun is shining and the temperature warms up|
|it is so beautiful, even after the melt|
|sling was here... now a chicken holds his place|
|red, white and blue|
|the uphill barn house|
|I let the ducks out to stretch their legs|
|they think about it for awhile|
|the geese love it|
|the turkeys seem unaffected|
|the four sebastopol geese|
|big bear, the great pyrenees after a long night|
|juney, the puppy|
|Izzy, inside the barn house, resting. good girl|
|inside, snug as a bug we have an american chinchilla rabbit family|
The power came back on this afternoon, Tuesday. I was collecting water from rain buckets and I saw a light turn on.
All is well. But it feels weird with all this noise and light. I guess you get used to what has been taken from you. It becomes normal. You adapt.
Just like the armless lady who drives in snow storms.