A Howling Good Time

You know, from my past postings, that I do hate the snow right now...this has NOT changed...especially when I got home last night...

It had snowed all morning but the afternoon was clear...luckily for the Hillclimbers and their machines (Word Championship Hill Climb...snowmobiles and slednecks...gotta love 'em)...unfortunately that didn't mean that anyone had bothered to help clear the path to my cabin...I of course was told that they were going to get the snow blower out...

Yes, they have a snow blower!...I too was shocked to learn about it...having not seen it all winter and having to shovel the length of a football field with a PLASTIC shovel...yes PLASTIC (those who have lived in the far north know that for any sort of heavy snow removal a plastic shovel will not do)...but alas...when I got home last night my path was gone....COMPLETELY blown in....If I hadn't known any better I would never have know that there had ever been a path....

What happened to the for mentioned snow blower?...apparently everybody on campus...including the snow blower...went to a concert...so when I got home at 9PM not only was campus completely void of paths it was also completely void of lights...now, I'm not a pansy but trying to struggle through waist-deep snow in the pitch black is not my idea of a good time....

I of course tried to make it (They won't beat ME!)...but, being the incredibly coordinated person that I am...I stepped wrong and sunk....that's when true anger (and perhaps a little fear) came in... of course my overactive imagination didn't help...visions of wolves and snow goblins ran through my mind...I know wolves won't attack but those snow goblins can't be trusted...so after a little, less-than-ladylike language...I hauled myself out of the drift and got back in my car...

Unlike my path the roads were completely dry...COMPLETELY DRY....so I drove 50 miles to my sister's house and slept on their futon...that was much easier...and gave me plenty of time to calm down and curse like a trucker....(no offense to all you truckers out there but you do swear a lot)

On a happier and much cooler note...I got to spend 1 1/2 hours watching a pack of wolves sleep...no not while I was stuck in the snow...luckily...

No, they were on a butte about 1 mile away and looked remarkably like rocks...

Yes I'm sure they were wolves...we got a spotting scope out...

It was VERY COOL...

So not everything about the program sucks...but that doesn't mean that I want to shovel anymore...