Twas the day before Thanksgiving… a snow storm was on the way to the mountains.
David and I both had to work. We were going to be driving outside of the edge of the storm to work, where there was hardly any threat of accumulation. When we left for work in the truck in the pouring rain. We feared if we were to take the car we wouldn’t be able to get back on the mountain upon our return.
We actually got snowed off the mountain one evening last winter. The weatherman had said the snow would start well after we had gotten home that evening. Turns out that weatherman was wrong (What else is new?). It started snowing before we could get home. When we reached our road at the bottom of the mountain, Magoo (our commuter car) wanted no parts in climbing a mountain in the snow.
We called our neighbor to see if our road was being plowed and hadn’t been worked on at the bottom yet. He did not know, so we decided to park the car at the park down the road and walk. His Royal Highness was awaiting our arrival and had the crock pot going all day. Supper was ready too! We had to get to the house no matter what. As we began to walk down the snow-covered road, a man stopped his truck to see if we needed a lift. We told him where we were going and he agreed to take us up the mountain.
What a good Samaritan he was. Not only was he going to attempt to take us home, risking the chance of a potential accident, but he didn’t even live up our part of the mountain. As we began to make the climb up, our neighbor called. He was coming down after us! I told him we were just about up to where he was and to wait there for us. Being that our driveway is very difficult to turn around in on a clear day, we had the good Samaritan drop us off in a place easy for him to turn around. It was only about a few hundred yards for us to hoof it to reach our neighbor who was waiting to carry us the rest of the way.
We thanked the kind man who generously took us up the mountain. David even tried to pay him, but he refused. We walked up the snow-covered road and met our neighbor who was waiting with his vehicle. He dropped us off at our driveway and then went back home. Had it not been for the good Samaritan or our wonderful neighbor, it would have taken us quite a while to climb the mountain in the snow. Thank goodness for those two men! That will not happen again. Any threat of snow and we will be taking the truck!
While at work I kept an eye on the radar and cleared the weather alerts from my phone a hundred times. I looked at some of the social media sites to keep in touch with what was happening back home. My neighbor posted a video showing the snowfall. In 4 ½ hours the rain had switched to snow and by 10:00 a.m. there was about 4 inches of snow on the rail of his deck. Outside at work, it had only begun to mix and change over to snow.
Fortunately, David and I both got to leave early for the holiday that afternoon. When we left work, it was snowing hard and it was just beginning to stick. Even though David offered to drive, I refused to let him. After our accident near Bull Run, I feel like I am more in control and prefer to drive myself. David would have to sedate me to have any sanity on the way home anyway.
As we drove further west towards the mountains, the ground got whiter and whiter, but the roads were clear. It was almost 70 degrees two days prior and the ground was still really warm, our saving grace!
We reached the bottom of our mountain and locked the truck into 4-wheel drive to make the climb.
The road had not been plowed in a while. The trees limbs hung low due to the weight of the accumulating snow. Some even brushed the top of the truck as I drove under them. The snow in the road was a bit slushy and the truck got good traction all the way up without slipping.
We had almost reached our house when three turkeys crossed the road in front of us. I was beginning to think that may be the only way we would get a turkey on the table for Thanksgiving.
I pulled into the driveway and eased down the hill there were about 6 inches of snow!
Luckily we made the right decision and left Magoo at home! He would have never been able to climb up the mountain in the snow.
The temperature was right at 30 degrees and was supposed to drop that night.
We made a fire and I couldn’t help but go outside in the snow for a few pictures while it was still light. I can’t help it, I love the snow. It makes me feel like a little kid and it is so pretty!
We would have to wait and see how things were in the morning light before we knew if we would make it to my mama’s for Thanksgiving.
Every year, we go down to my mama’s house for her Thanksgiving feast. I have had mama’s food every year for Thanksgiving since birth. Not going home for Thanksgiving would have broken my heart. She’s 73 and still does all of the Thanksgiving cooking herself. She is really something else! I only hope I can cook and do half of what she does at her age.
We woke up Thanksgiving morning to a thick fog that blanketed the mountain. You could hardly see past the deck rail. We decided to wait for the fog to burn off before attempting to leave. The same turkeys we saw crossing the road the evening before made another appearance in our yard at the edge of the woods. They were lucky snow turkeys I guess…
The fog began to burn off slowly and by the time we left the roads were clear.
We arrived late for my mama’s awesome cooking. Fortunately, we got to see the whole family and my sister-in-laws parents, who we had not seen in a long time. We had a great Thanksgiving with family.
Friday, David went hunting and I relaxed and visited with my mama. We returned home that night to find that the snow was still laying on the ground. I guess this winter is going to be as bad as they are predicting because we have already gotten our first snow. Oh well, we will take it as it comes. If we moved up on a mountain and didn’t see snow we would be mad.
His Royal Highness begged for his Mema’s turkey. He loves that stuff!
I hope everyone had a safe and blessed Thanksgiving as we did.