I wasn't really sure where to put this. But I have to share my escapades. Call it Adventures in a snow drift.
As I am leaving work, it is starting to snow. It is not too bad out yet, a little windy. The weather service is calling for a winter storm, again up to 14 inches of snow overnight. I have to go to the store anyway, so I call my mom to see if she needs anything. She asks me to pick a couple things, just in case. I am planning on bundling up a little and walking, since my house, the store and mom's house are within 8 - 10 blocks. I don't plan on buying more than I can carry. Before I leave, my SO calls. I tell him I am just leaving. He says, "No, I will come get you." I protest, but he insists, "It is getting bad out. I'll bring the Bronco. No problem." Famous last words. The Bronco is a manly vehicle, big snow tires, 4 wheel drive, V8, with many manly upgrades, fancy stereo, alarm system, etc.
He comes to get me. There's already a decent snow covering on the sidewalk where I'd swept off the snow when I got home from work. Since I now don't have carry bags home, I buy a little more than I had planned at the store.
Now it is snowing hard and the wind has picked up. It is dark out.
After last week's storm my brother had shoveled mom's driveway and walks. Shortly thereafter, a snow plow came by and left a pile of snow along the curb including the bottom of mom's drive. Well, Mom wasn't feeling well and wasn't going anywhere by herself anyway, so brother hadn't gone back to clear out the bottom of the drive. Now SO can't pull over very close to the curb, so he puts the emergency blinkers on. We go in to mom's house and give her the stuff. It is never going to be a minute visit and I should know better, but its Mom. What're you gonna do? We're there maybe 15 - 20 minutes. We go out and the snow is getting deep. Our tracks from before are covered from the windblown snow. I am having to jump-step to get around the snow drifts. Snow is well past my ankles in places.
SO goes to start the car and it. won't. start.
Since the driveway is blocked, there's no way were getting mom's car out for a jump. Mom calls the next door neighbor, who comes right over. I go back to the truck to let SO know. SO and neighbor hook up the cables. I get out of the truck to say hi and clean off the windows. I shut the door. SO tries to turn it over. No luck. He gets out to check the connections and shuts his door. 10 seconds later, I hear 'click.' The fancy-schmancy alarm/security system has locked the doors. I ask SO if he has the keys. Nope, they're inside the truck. He doesn't have the spare remote, which he usually carries in his pocket. Neighbor graciously offers to drive SO across town so he can get the remote. I decide to stay at mom's. By now, we are all wet with snow. My hair is dripping in my eyes and down my back. My jeans are wet to mid-calf. The temperature has dropped considerably.
When they come back, SO brings his electric battery charger. Hook it up and within minutes the truck is started and off we go. It is a mess! The streets have a layer of snow covering a layer of ice. Oh, man! Is it hairy!
Whew! I am finally snug in my little home. I put on some sweatpants, fresh and warm from the dryer. SO called when he got home, so he's safe and sound, too. I am going to crawl into bed and hope that I don't have to go out in this tomorrow.
We are on the outer fringes of the storm. The brunt of it is hitting the I-25 corridor in Colorado, again. To any FoRTers in that area: Be careful. Stay safe and warm!