What the shit is this?!

I was bred and raised in a place where snow is not an issue to be dealt with but once in a blue moon, if that, and even then there might be a quarter to a half-inch at most lightly spread about the flora and fauna. So, one more time for the peanut gallery, what the shit is this?! Since my job does not allow nor have room for sick days or, apparently, SNOW days, here I be; and by the skin of my teeth to boot.

It took what is normally a five minute drive at most and turned it into a 45 minute trek against seemingly insurmountable odds at risk to not so much my life, but certainly to that of my beloved war-horse of a pick-up to make it in.
Let me clarify one thing here: though truly beloved to be sure, by warhorse I mean only that I have really just beat the crap out of it and have never had to take it in for anything other than regular maintenance or for something that I did to it. A ’97 Ford Ranger, that I bought in early ’98, just doesn’t have what it takes to forge through a foot plus of snow or, God help it, up a frickin’ hill (which it can barely do without the snow, God love it). And, AND, it’s in or below the single digits! That’s below freezing folks! Again, what the shit is this? Enough about that.

This will be my final winter in no-mans land though thank you very much. Soon it will be back to the valley and sunny days and mild winters will be enjoyed all around.