Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Success!
As you know from my posts over the last few days, southeast Colorado now has a new industry to promote--skiing, snow boarding, ice-skating and slush-falling.
Behold the beautiful mountains of Lamar.
Okay, okay, it's not real mountains. It's the side of the road that leads to my house. That's not even where the snow is HIGHEST, mind. But there is only one lane, a car width wide, on the road to town, and since it was so narrow and bumpy and slushy, I didn't feel like I should stop at the part where the piled snow is WAY HIGHER THAN DREAMCLOUD ON BOTH SIDES for like a quarter-mile, just to take a picture.
As you can guess, we did end up escaping our drifty prison. Here is the shot of what we amateurs achieved in two days of digging.
This is what our new hero, Mark of the Prowers County road crew, did in about 8 minutes, thanks to Caro chasing him down and begging.
A small part of my inability to career cheerfully through the snow like they do on the commercials turned out to be a very soft right rear tire. Once I managed to drive off the last place I had been stuck onto the blessedly low snow driveway, I decided to try going to town to air it up.
This is what the sides of Main Street/Highway 50 & 287 looked like this afternoon. Well, the parts I saw, anyway.
Small towns like Lamar can drive you crazy, but it's the little things that remind me why I like it. Guys like Our Hero Mark. And the guy who got out of his car on the icy, slushy street, when we were all stopped at the light, to tell me my tire was really low. I did already know, but it was kind of him to take the trouble to warn me.
The reason we were all stopped at the light for a minute was because a small car waiting for the light was having trouble getting traction on the ice and moving forward once the light changed. Enter two boys carrying snow shovels, who had clearly been out making some cash. They ran over, climbed the snow ridge in the middle of the street, and helped push the car to get it rolling.
Here they are, ordinary, everyday hero boys, off to do more shoveling.
Behold the beautiful mountains of Lamar.
Okay, okay, it's not real mountains. It's the side of the road that leads to my house. That's not even where the snow is HIGHEST, mind. But there is only one lane, a car width wide, on the road to town, and since it was so narrow and bumpy and slushy, I didn't feel like I should stop at the part where the piled snow is WAY HIGHER THAN DREAMCLOUD ON BOTH SIDES for like a quarter-mile, just to take a picture.
As you can guess, we did end up escaping our drifty prison. Here is the shot of what we amateurs achieved in two days of digging.
This is what our new hero, Mark of the Prowers County road crew, did in about 8 minutes, thanks to Caro chasing him down and begging.
A small part of my inability to career cheerfully through the snow like they do on the commercials turned out to be a very soft right rear tire. Once I managed to drive off the last place I had been stuck onto the blessedly low snow driveway, I decided to try going to town to air it up.
This is what the sides of Main Street/Highway 50 & 287 looked like this afternoon. Well, the parts I saw, anyway.
Small towns like Lamar can drive you crazy, but it's the little things that remind me why I like it. Guys like Our Hero Mark. And the guy who got out of his car on the icy, slushy street, when we were all stopped at the light, to tell me my tire was really low. I did already know, but it was kind of him to take the trouble to warn me.
The reason we were all stopped at the light for a minute was because a small car waiting for the light was having trouble getting traction on the ice and moving forward once the light changed. Enter two boys carrying snow shovels, who had clearly been out making some cash. They ran over, climbed the snow ridge in the middle of the street, and helped push the car to get it rolling.
Here they are, ordinary, everyday hero boys, off to do more shoveling.
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