It was a nice pleasant day for a country drive and coffee. Often we see deer, coyotes, fox, jack rabbits and tons of ravens.
I decided on a road and although there was no snow falling, the wind was pretty wicked.
I had been on this road previously, it was plowed but seldom used. There were a few drifts but nothing to be concerned. Excuse me, but a dumb decision. There was no turning back so onward we went until I hit drifts so high you could hardly see the car. This happened close to Six Pines Ranch.
We couldn’t shovel out so we decided to walk about a half a mile to a main road and get help. I knocked on a door, and a couple greeted me.
After hearing my lame excuses for my dumb decision, Mr. Friesen said, "No problem," put on his jacket, jumped in his big truck and off we drove.
But not so simple. There was no way to hook my car to a tow. Again, he said, "No problem," and we went to another neighbour, where Mr. Friesen jumped into a monster machine with a blade.
Apparently, these units were designed and used for building winter roads. He cleared the drifts with this snowplow, and out I drove.
I’m too old to wrestle, but nearly had to in order to give him a few bucks to take his wife out for coffee.
In my defence, I was brought up on a farm, walked a couple of miles to school, lived in a residential school (best years of my life). Dumb yah, but not exactly a green horn.
Again, wonderful people, and a world of thanks.
— Ed and Olive Toker