Another Blizzard Story

After last weeks story about the Blizzard of Thanksgiving week I thought I had nothing more to say. Turned out I was wrong. (Hmmm, I don’t think I ever said that before.)

During the storm we suffered from sustained winds approaching 53 knots (60 mph). Elaine was sitting at the dining room table watching the wind blowing the snow past our house. I heard her yell, “Oh no, there goes our box.”

Last summer I bought Elaine a patio box to store patio furniture cushion and things like that during the winter. The backstory to that is that Elaine loved that box. She talked about buying a patio box for years, but we just never got around to it. Her plan was get the cushions from the box on sunny autumn/winter days, sit and relax in the sun. On cold days the cushions would be away in a handy place.

Now her precious box was tumbling across the yard headed for the pasture. The box shattered when it hit the fence, traveling at 53 knots. While the box was completely destroyed. The cushions were not harmed, however they weren't stopped by the fence. They continued on at 53 knots headed for the pasture, the creek and beyond; but they looked in good shape.

One by one the cushions were stopped by another fence, a bush, or some trees. Elaine and Ivy were able to retrieve the cushions. Well, except two cushions were not found. Being a person that does not accept defeat, I needed to find those two cushions. The wind had stopped. I decided to put on snowshoes and look for the cushions in the creek bed. Elaine did the same. We have a half mile of creek bed on our property. Over the years flooding has dug that creek bed extremely deep with nearly vertical walls.

(Backstory) One summer day, I thought it would be fun to explore the creek. I walked into the ravine far enough that the banks were too steep to get back out. A neighbor on a horse happened by. Noticing my predicament, he offered to help. My neighbor suggested throwing me a rope and letting his horse pull me up the steep bank. It worked. While thanking him, I made a mental note not to go into the ravine again.