Names in the Snow

The (me) chicken is staying put here in Nevada for a bit. I feel bad that I will miss my photo groups meetup but . … I so do not do icey roads.

Today I recieved a brief lesson in driving in inches of snow layed atop of muddy sand. Woo hoo I made circles in the yard sounds dumb but frozen icy snow covered mud is not something I have experience driving on. Later in the afternoon I actually made it to the school bus stop, got turned around in the snow and picked up the boys. It was an epic type adventure for this old lady. Imagine how the air was let out from under my wings when I watched the school bus charge in turn around and let the kids off as if it was just a ho hum deal. Wow, here I thought I was super for making it down there to be out done by a big yellow bus LOL.

Earlier I went out to warm up my truck and found my doors frozen shut. I pulled and jerked finally getting the passengers side front door unstuck. Crawling through to the drivers side only to hear my enging labor to start – I guess it is a valley girl too. Twenty mins later the temp gauge was near normal and the doors finally came unstuck. I then got out and got the wipers unstuck from the windshield and my lesson started.

Later this evening the boys and I used our feet to draw our names in the snow, creating ten foot tall letters. So if you are flying over Stagecoach and look out toward the country in the middle of no where till the next round of flakes slowely erases our efforts  you will see our names in desert snow .

And, yes, it is still cold.