Spring on the prairies is not fluffy bunnies, baby lambs, bluebirds and crocuses. Oh sure, we have those things and I have the pictures to prove it…..
Photos courtesy of my mother and daughter, yes, that’s me, age 5ish, admiring the bunch of crocus (crocii??)
Anyway, spring is actually very violent here on the prairies–wind, rain, snow, fog, sleet, maybe sun if we’re lucky, and usually all on the same day if not the exact same time.
My road washed out again on my bus route so I’ve been going around the long way. The flooding and washouts and runoff this year is incredible. This is my road, two weeks after it started to flood.
Look how thick the ice is!! This is how cold and miserable the winter has been!! Here is a few more pictures from my bus route:
So, anyway, last fall the RM, in their wisdom (I say sarcastically), attempted to raise a low road I travel by piling on several feet of clay, with a thin icing sugar sprinkle of gravel. Well, this afternoon the inevitable happened. I made it heading north to the farm to drop off the boys but on the way back I couldn’t make it up the hill. I carefully backed up and tried again, with a little more speed (but not too much as the shoulders were VERY soft and I didn’t want to wind up in the ditch.) I backed out a second time, this time to the top of the hill on the north side. I turned around and headed back to my bus family to ask for a tow across the chasm. Look at my wheels–no tread left on the front tire and the rear dually look like a single tire…
Just a box full of cats at the farm…
So we hooked up at the crest of the hill and tractor man pulled me across to the other side. There was no other way out. I told him I would not be back to pick up the kids till the road dried out, but he’ll drive them across to the good road and I’ll pick them up there.
This is the dry part of the road–I didn’t take pictures of the quagmire as I was too busy keeping the bus in the middle of the road. Whew!! Glad to be out of there. What a day!!