One year ago I was just as excited as Jeremy was when he called to tell me that we won a week vacation at the Colorado house. That is, until I realized what the weather would be like in November.
I'm not a huge fan of being cold.
Colorado in November pretty much guarantees that we would be playing in snow and that I would spend a lot of time bundled up inside. I shivered just thinking about how cold I would be. The biggest concern I had about the whole trip, though, was that we don't know how to drive in the snow. I had experienced what that was like 17 years ago with my parents and I wasn't eager to try it again. Jeremy was confident, however, that we would be fine, and so we began to plan our trip to the snow.
Unbelievably, my worst fears came true. As we pulled into Denver and prepared to drive the last 2 hours of a 12 hour trip a snow storm settled in. It came down hard and fast. Almost before we realized what was going on we found ourselves trapped on the freeway with thousands of other cars with no way out.
This is what the road looked like pretty much the whole way.
The next four hours were spent in complete fear of our lives. The van alternated between roars of the engine and the rear wheels spinning on the ice. Each time we slid I just knew that was the end. If we weren't sliding then one of the cars around us was. Eighteen wheelers stalled in the middle of the lanes and wrecks were a dime a dozen.
We contemplated exiting to the nearest parking lot and just waiting out the storm. But, we were so afraid that the feeder roads would be far worse than the freeway that we didn't attempt it. Every person in the van was praying to God, even sweet little Mallory. Miraculously, and I do mean that Jesus had to have been clearing the way, we pulled into the house in Silverthorne. Our nightmare wasn't over as we realized, too late, that our van couldn't pull into the snow covered driveway. It was stuck.
Exhausted both physically and emotionally, and clueless about how to fix the problem, we left it there overnight. There was just enough food left in the house from the previous tenants for us to scrounge up a dinner. Then, everyone collapsed.
The next morning, was all about getting the van unstuck.
Here's Jeremy trying to shovel the driveway.
Our first view of the house in the daylight...pretty huh? As it turns out, snow is much prettier when you're not having to drive through it!
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