Digging out

Sorry, no photos this morning.  I guess I could insert some file photos.  Suffice it to say we’re clawing our way back to springtime.

What in the sam hello am I writing about?  It snowed here!!!  A LOT.

Bless the Goddess.  And thank the Universe.  And praise allah (allah akbar, though I’ve seen several different spellings, so I’m not sure if that is correct).

Regardless, it snowed.  A LOT.  Right, I already said that.  Well, just in case you didn’t get it, I mean, A LOT.

So everything that was brown, and sort of turning green, is all white again.  And wet, very wet.  This was a heavy, moisture-laden snow that will save our bacon in a couple of months hopefully.  The ground had started to thaw so a lot of this moisture will sink in and be put to good use.  Close to a couple of feet I’d say (though I’m horrid with estimations and I spent my weekend trying to get to work in Cheyenne and not measuring the snowfall levels, so I can’t give you an accurate number).  Whatever.  It was A LOT of the white stuff. Thank the lord.  I was already beginning to amass the evacuation pieces and parts and to revise the list and update the plan.  Now I can take a breath and maybe, just maybe, our fire danger will not be as high this season.  And maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to worry about the well going dry.

For the first time in 4 1/2 years, I was not able to make it to work on Saturday.  When I checked at 4:15 a.m. the interstate was open.  When I left at 5 a.m. it was open.  It took me an hour and 40 minutes to make it to Laramie (usually takes an hour, unless the gods are smiling on me and the troopers are sleeping and then I can do it in 50 minutes, maybe a teensy bit less).  And then the interstate was closed.  Right in front of me.  With so much snow falling in Laramie that at times I couldn’t tell what was the sky and what was the ground and so on and so forth.  Driving across the Laramie plains, at one point, I looked to the right and gasped as I saw three horses that seemed to be floating in the air.  On closer inspection (I had the time to closely inspect as I was driving VERY slowly as the road hadn’t been plowed and I was the only one out there at the ungodly hour before dawn)–as I was saying, upon closer inspection, the horses were standing in the snow, but against the backdrop of whiteness everywhere.  Couldn’t see the ground, couldn’t see the sky, couldn’t see the trees and river in the distance.  Could barely see the tops of the fence posts.  Crazy.

Anyway.  I sat there in the Starbucks, which is ironic because normally, for me, two uninterrupted, glorious hours alone in a Starbucks is NIRVANA, and this time, just stressed out.  Should I stay or should I go??  (Name that song.)  I was sure that if I turned around and headed home, across the stretch of highway that was listed on the website as “no unnecessary travel” and was, in all truth, one of the top five worst roads I’ve driven in the last several years here as it pertains to weather.  Should have paid attention to the whole “no unnecessary travel” thingy.  They meant it.  Anyway, as I was saying in that run-on sentence that didn’t get finished, if I turned and went home, sure as not the interstate would open.  If I stayed, I could be there for hours and hours.  How stupid would that be?  I couldn’t win either way.

Noting, of course, the interstate had just opened the night before at 10 p.m. after being closed for nearly 36 hours for a monster pile-up.  It stayed open for eight hours and was now closed.  Starbucks is nirvana, but not for 36 hours.

So I headed home, across the road I’d just traveled, and shouldn’t have been on to tell you the truth.

Then fretted once I got home that I made the wrong decision.  Though, as I found out later, the interstate stayed close until later that afternoon.

I tried again on Sunday morning.  Everything open, though not a pleasant drive.

Springtime in the Rockies.

But it’s all good.  It’s all good.  I made it home safe and sound.  And now we have LOTS of moisture.

Would have been nice in, say, January and February, but we’ll take what we can get.  Not going to be ungrateful now!



About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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