Back in early 1983, Dirt Man and I had been married only a few months. We lived way back in the boonies. We woke up one morning to a full fledged blizzard in progress. Due to snow drifts, it was a tremendous struggle to even open our door. We had to keep pushing at it and throwing the weight of our bodies against it to open it inch by inch. Now, that’s a lot of snow! We had no phone, and the electricity was out due to fallen tree limbs. We also had no food as we were poor with him being a college student working part time, and myself doing hair on commission. No four wheel drive. Yeah, try driving a Chevette through several feet of snow! We had named our little blue Chevette “The Shove It”. The only way that thing would have gone anywhere in that mess was if it had been chained to the back of a snow plow!
Dirt Man decided (and I was all up for an adventure!) we should try trekking it by foot the two miles to his parents house. We already had a fire going in the wood stove in our living room, so we just packed sticks of wood to it’s capacity. We packed a backpack of necessities. I threw in a change of clothes for us because I figured we‘d be soaked by the time we reached his folk’s house. His contribution was a six pack of beer! Molson, to be exact…we may have been poor, but we did have priorities! Yes, we were nineteen and twenty-one so our priorities were a bit different than today! We tossed, tumbled, trudged, drank, and laughed our butts off through six foot drifts. We had gotten about a mile and a half when a pick up truck came upon us and offered us a ride on the back. We really didn’t get that cold on the back because the truck moved so slowly through the snow that there was hardly a breeze in our faces.
I don’t remember much about our visit at his folks, but I do remember how toasty our little house was when we got back. Remember that we filled the wood stove? I think I mentioned that we were poor. We had a bed but no sofa just Captain chairs (remember those?) and a bookcase made from boards and cinder blocks in the living room. We used wine bottles as candle holders for long tapered candles. Well, it got so hot while we were gone that the candles had bent completely over to where the wicks were touching the base they were sitting upon. Now, that’s some kind of dang hot!