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Monday, March 10, 2008

The million to one shot

I go so long between posts that I forget how to actually make a post and it takes all the time I have allotted for writing to figure out how to start a new post.

I know many of you will be shocked to find a new post from me but we actually got high speed internet out at the Ponderosa (David's fine spread in the Palouse hills) and we don't have any TV. It is amazing what happens when TV isn't taking up your time--I've been reading books too!

The Ponderosa has many advantages but we found a major disadvantage this winter when all snow and winds hit. (If you find any of my words run together you can blame one of the twins who forcefully removed the space bar on my laptop on one of their visits! Though I believe it was a small price to pay to experience all their cuteness!) January 29th was one of the worst days and David and I had quite an adventure that Mom wouldn't write about in her letter because she thought it was scandalous. We knew that the weather was going to be bad so we left right at 5:00pm and headed out. There are two ways to get to the Ponderosa, one from the Albion highway and the other from the sewage treatment road. The Albion highway is the fastest from the North side of town so we tried that first but there is a big hill right off the highway that looked quite treacherous so we decided to try the other way (we have done this on a few occasions. David was driving his car and I was driving mine so I could drive back to Pullman when our evening was over. The driving was an adventure but we actually made it quite far. David was in front. At one point a man stopped me to say there were 4 foot drifts by Armstrong Rd. (The Ponderosa is just past that road) but David just thought he was being friendly when he waved at him and so he was way ahead of me when I got this news so I kept going. We were able to go quite fast which allowed us to make it a lot further than we should have but we finally got to the point where we decided to turn around. Now, however, we were without the essential speed. David's car got stuck and we managed to free it but conditions were worsening all time. The wind made it very cold. We found a good spot to get it off the main part of the road and decided to take my car back to town. I should have let David drive because he knew how much speed we needed and I wimped out. We did get two tries to get up the little hill but the deep snow pulled the car right into a huge drift and we were stuck for good. We decided to warm up in the car a little before trying to get the car going again but things looked pretty bad. David had run on that road many times and knew that we were only about a 1/2 mile from his house so we decided to head for warmth and safety. We had not gone far when we found ourselves in snow up to our thighs. The bottom of my pants were frozen by this time and every time I took another step into the drift the bootcut bottoms would lift to my knees. The going was very hard, I really wanted David to just get me out of the drift but his going was not any easier than mine. It took a lot of work to get the legs high enough to take the next step. We found some less deep snow on our trek but getting through all of it was quite exhausting even for just that half mile. Since then we have alternately called it the "adventure" and the "ordeal", never quite sure which it was. I'm sure by the time we have grandkids, the drift will be 20 feet deep. Anyway, that is how I spent my first night at the Ponderosa (IN THE SPARE BEDROOM, the only thing missing was a chaperone.) The next morning dawned beautiful and we ate our breakfast at a table in front of the big picture windows while waiting for the plow. It was VERY lucky that both our cars were off the road so the plow could get through. Dad and Mom came out when it was clear and gave us each a tug so we were on our way.

Actually the title of the blog comes from the tagline of the original Rocky movie. David and I watched Rocky Balboa this past weekend (stop laughing Nige & Scott). If he was a million to one shot when he was in his prime, this was more like a billion to one but I liked the movie, it had a very good message about how you don't just talk about things you do them.

6 Comments:

  • Hey T, Nice post! I didn't realize you'd recently had a near-death experience (and I don't mean the Husky game). You didn't even mention it this weekend!

    By Blogger Jules, at 9:44 PM  

  • Wow! What an adventure. I can't wait to hear it twenty years from now...maybe Dave will have dug a little latrine right next to the road for you...hee hee.

    By Blogger Kersten, at 9:49 PM  

  • I am glad you wrote it down. I guess it is a story you will tell your kids once they are married, right? Or do you have a good answer to "But, but, but, Mom spent the night at Dad's place before they were married, and they were OK!!" I hope your mom won't tell our kids what we were doing in Scott's room when she brought the laundry down...

    By Blogger Marie', at 10:06 PM  

  • Tamsin,
    Wow, it gave me chills thinking of you and Dave wading through all that deep snow. That will certainly make for a great story.
    Love, Kim

    By Blogger twoplustwins, at 8:46 AM  

  • Wow, I never knew Rocky ever even HAD a one-in-a-million shot at it, but I guess you just have to trust his creators, don't you? Nice blog, by the way. I'll keep posting if you do..

    By Blogger thebrotherofjared, at 9:33 AM  

  • I'm just glad you didn't die in the storm. And sorry about the spacebar.

    By Blogger twoplustwins, at 10:04 PM  

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