‘Tis the wrong season for these lyrics. When the roads cleared I used a box from the car to get the snow off. Then I headed out to Walgreens for two car window scrapers.
I found them and cleaned off Jim’s car and put his present in the trunk. I moved both cars to plowed locations. I’m starting to be able to see the mountains again, a little bit.
Even the drugstore had put out its Spring display with Easter and gardening items. They didn’t expect this storm either.
Got a lot done today, not pretty stuff. A lot of organizing and phone calls. Moving stuff from cars, literally getting my feet wet in Utah.
We need to find a place to lay our heads at night that is not a hotel. That is my quest. As a pioneer I’m wanting.
When we crossed Wyoming there was a spot pioneers gathered on July 4th because they they could reach their destination before the first snowfall. We flew through there at 75 mph. There are wagon ruts in the stone five feet deep in some places. It’s our first time driving the checkerboard states, but can you imagine moving a family knowing it would take that long?
Then again, Nurse Margie would say that slowing the ascent would mitigate altitude sickness. So perhaps we should have taken two mules and a dog. And Sister Sarah and Clint Eastwood for good measure.
Hope you’re cooking the things I can’t on two burners and a microwave right now. Don’t make me write a book on how to live in an extended stay suite. No way. The Knights Who Say Ni would not approve.
Sunshine, still can’t see the mountains. Perhaps I’ll take a few photos tomorrow. Now it’s up to me to order pizza. We’re exhausted and Jim just got home from his first day of work. Cheers, Dee
