We just made a whirlwind trip to the cottage and back. We left, somewhat unpreparedly, on Monday and returned on Wednesday with the A-Team in tow. Yet another snowfall caused us to depart back home somewhat abruptly that morning, but we made it back in one piece and none the worse for wear about four hours later. The above photo shows the road just outside the cottage upon our departure. The one below looks back toward the cottage from the same spot. Note: In part, I post these because some dear readers expressed their appreciation of my previous winter photos, and I do like to
Getting into the cottage on Monday night was a wee bit of a problem, however. You see, on Sunday, Cuppa had called the gentleman who is paid to clear the snow from the driveway, and he had assured us that it would be done by Monday afternoon. When we arrived, however, not only had the driveway not been ploughed of its knee-deep snow, but the entrance was totally blocked by the leavings of the township ploughs.
Note: for those unaccustomed to real winter, this (being plowed in or out) is a perpetual and unavoidable scenario. It happens here in the city too; no sooner do I get my own driveway shovelled, but the town plough happens by and leaves me a pile at the entrance about a foot high and four feet wide. The additional problem is that this machine-dumped snow is almost invariably quite heavy. No one is to blame, and there's no sense in getting strung out over it; it's just the way it is.
In the event, the girls shovelled enough snow for us to get the car off the road, and we then lugged our very full carload of stuff down the knee-deep snowy lane to the cottage. Snowshoes helped the process a lot, but it took one long trip down in the knee-deep snow to locate and make use of them.
I told my ladies that if Mr Ploughman gave us some sort of lame excuse like a flat tire in the morrow that we'd know he was lying. His eventual excuse was a weak variation: "Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday, I had some car trouble." Uh huh! We believe him, don't we?
Anyway, we survived to eat many snacks, play various games around the kitchen table, and go out for a snowshoe walk. I took the next two photos on that walk. The second illustrates that if you do fall on snowshoes, it's very difficult to get back up without assistance.
When we got home last night, I had my driveway to shovel out, and I see that I will have to repeat the process this morning.