The Downside Of Almost-Spring

For us country folk, all this melting snow means crazy things for our travels. Like fording rivers just to get down our driveway. You think I jest, but you think WRONG.

And then there’s the daily use of my unlimited car wash pass, to absolutely NO AVAIL.

Also, the moon-like properties of our roads that leave us cringing and utterly depressed when we get about a mile away from home, only to realize we forgot something imperative to our journey that we must then turn around to retrieve. (Side note, I once wrote the Road Commission demanding a road grading THAT DAY for fear that the state of the roads would cause my newborn’s neck to snap in half. (Side note #2, the first time we saw our house, it was March. And we drove here in Jim’s Mini Cooper. Pausing now for you to laugh at our youthful foolishness).

And let’s not forget the biggest excitement of all… having to get out the owner’s manual, a quarter mile away from our home, to figure out how to get my four-wheel-drive vehicle unstuck.