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Post by lildunhorse on Feb 14, 2006 13:55:54 GMT -5
I remember one winter in Eastern Washington, where I grew up, we had a blizzard. I had the radio tuned in to see if school would be cancelled. Eastern Washington folks are hardy types, so the announcer reported that classes would be on time. I got ready to go to school and bundled up as much as I possibly could. I walked to school in a blizzard! Of course, it was only across the street, but it WAS uphill both ways. ;D When I got there, the Principal was waiting at the door. "Go home", he says. "No school today. We lost the bus". Apparently, the bus got stuck in a snow drift and the driver had to walk the 5 or so miles to a phone, so no one got picked up that day. Now, THAT'S snow, folks!
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Post by funnyfarm on Feb 14, 2006 14:23:22 GMT -5
I never said that I was hardy. ;D
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Post by lildunhorse on Feb 14, 2006 14:27:38 GMT -5
That's o.k. Funnyfarm...parts of my story were made up for effect, anyway. It wasn't really uphill both ways.. ;D
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Post by funnyfarm on Feb 14, 2006 15:00:47 GMT -5
;D Don't forget the barefeet part.
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Post by critterseverywhere on Feb 14, 2006 15:36:08 GMT -5
Well, before we all start feeling toooo sorry for ourselves, I better show everyone the picture my mom sent me awhile back. It was taken in Wahpeton, ND...about 20 miles from where I lived in during high school. Last time I talked to my parents, the day-time high was supposed to be 6F...the low was -18F, before windchill!
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Post by cardicorgi on Feb 14, 2006 16:53:42 GMT -5
Holy moly, CE! What a shot! I (think?) I read somewhere that ND in winter has one of the highest suicide rates... Me, I'm happy curled up with a book in front of a fire after WALKING TO SCHOOL, BAREFOOT, for 5 miles...wearing a burlap sack, LDH
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Post by jaybird on Feb 14, 2006 17:20:20 GMT -5
that is a cool picture!
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Post by jazzysmom on Feb 14, 2006 17:22:50 GMT -5
True story- No joke.
A couple of years ago, before I moved from E. WA back to the westside, we went to bed with the report of snow during the night. We lived out of town on a gravel road at the end of a canyon. It s a bus route.
I awoke at 4:45 (had to be to work by 6am). The wond had blown the snow into drifts. My hubby told me to call in and tell them I would be there once Neil went by in the plow. Me being fearles when in my truck announced that I was going to work! (I drive a 4wd dually) For those who don't know, duallys are absolutely useless in the snow! The first drift came up to my drivers window, but I continued on, the next drift was on the down side of the hill and came up over my hood. I blazed through both just fine and figured I was home free until I noticed my neighbor standing in his window drinking a cup of coffee. He ALWAYS left before me, the road was named after him! I slid down the hiss, took a right at the T and made it about another half mile. I bogged down on the flat road when the snow became to much for the truck to shove through (only about a foot deep). My neighbor was laughing as he watched me fight my way back uphill to my house. It took me nearly an hour to traverse the just over 1 mile round trip. It was fun though!!
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Post by lildunhorse on Feb 14, 2006 17:23:18 GMT -5
CE, my mom is from the Turtle Mountain Indian Reservation in North Dakota. She lost both of her little toes to frostbite. True story. And it's ALL uphill over there! ;D
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