....well, it really wasn't that.
We need to go pick up a storage trailer from The Mama's farmyard in Michigan. (After she died in early 2023, we bought a snowmobile trailer and packed the furniture, paintings, books, etc. we were keeping in her garage.) Nephew, his wife and family have been very patient with us -- and let us keep the trailer there after they bought the farm. Literally.
Okay, here we go... on Monday.
A big snowstorm moves in -- just in our area. Alamosa, 45 min. away, has rain. Denver, further north, has rain. We have HUGE snowflakes that churn the streets into mud.
Daughter #2 and Son #1 are going to stay at the house to take care of the dogs. They go into the ditch less than a mile from us.
The Brick goes to rescue them -- and ends up in the ditch, too. The truck's rear taillight and some of the mirrors are shattered. A few extra dents, and it sure didn't help the back window or the cracked windshield any.
The kids' vehicle, fortunately, is fine.
And everything is covered with mud.
There's no use even trying to get out. So...we hunker down. I work on reports, the Brick and the kids play a lot of games. The dogs love this...their favorite people are all in one room!
Tuesday and Wednesday: The Brick painstakingly pieces the tailight together. He fixes everything he can on the truck -- and files an insurance claim.
I keep working on reports, in between making meals and packing.
Thursday, late pm:, the roads are finally dry enough. We stop at friends' house in the Springs -- they have kids living not far from where we're headed, and have a table they could use. It gets rolled up to the truck, and heaved in the back. Friends urge us to stay the night, the sweethearts -- but we have too little time for how far we have to go.
We drive all night, with the exception of four hours sleep in the rest area, and finally get to our cousins' house around midnight Friday, bleary-eyed and messy.
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