I was told to bring him a broom and then get into the truck and wait for him. So, I did.
He swept and scraped and brushed the entire truck off..
Then, I rode alongside him as we trekked...
to get to my parents' place.
He remembered to stop at the mailbox to get the paper and see if the postman had run. Then, we crept up the hill to the barn to check on the boys.
They were waiting at the fence in expectation and seemed quite happy to see us.
|Isn't that a happy face?|
|Happy times two!|
Finding them snug and toasty, we headed back over hill and curve to our house. And when we arrived there, we fed, and watered, and inspected Mike's calves before tracking half-a-snowman into the house on our boots and clothes where little puddles of muddy water formed before I could even get my boots in the boot tray.
The snow never even let up. It kept blowing and falling and covering all day long.
The roads got nastier looking. (This is at almost the same spot as the first road shot above after only a couple of hours!)
And the snow kept falling. So, the next day was a repeat all over again.
Not fun in my estimation. Glad to have the opportunity, though!