Off we go....most Friday eves...pile in the camper... This past Friday's drive was a doozy! Heavy traffic, pea soup FOG, then heavy SNOW. We crawled up the mountain roads, but made it safely. Saturday morning was a glorious sunny morning! Mom and I headed out to the meadow.
I had my Wubba this time... Wubba wubba.
And, we spotted the Running Creek Dog Sled, doing a ride around the meadow. Wow, these pals are fast! We had to move off to the side quite a bit. Run on!
Found a big stickie, of course...
Took my time with this one.
And, later had a pow wow with some other furries in the lodge breezway. Snoot and toot check, right!?
There was a fundraiser going on to support Discovery Blind Sports. This program partners up ski guides and blind skiiers. Fantastic! We made a donation and bought a few raffle tickets.... and mom won a really nice prize! :) Three bottles of wine from a new winery, Sera Fina Cellars. Great!
Saturday eve in the camper... heading out for an eve walkie...
Back in the meadow on Sunday.... It had started to dump some nice fluffy stuff Sunday afternoon....dad had to mull over the thought of taking a 'well day' (hmmhmmm) from work on Monday, as this snow was looking quite soft and if it kept up for the night...mmmm...(dad has hip and spine problems, making the light and soft snow the least impact)....but dad ultimately decided, best to go to work...
A very slick and slippery drive down the mountain. Dad was at the wheel and is a great driver (of course, he has nervous nelly (aka mom) in the passenger seat! :)
There was a frightening moment just as we began our drive. Topping out at the Carson Spur, an suv of some sort, raced past a line of cars, came very close to us and as we all headed down, we could see that there were stopped vehicles lower down around a corner. The passing car tried to slow down, but at a speed around 40/50 on icy roads...not going to happen. The driver hit the breaks, spun and ended up going straight into the front to an oncoming Honda, and came to a halt facing the wrong way. Dad, going about 20mph, really had to work the camper to stop and not slide, and consequently, so did the vehicles behind us. Dad could see the car behind struggling to stop, and finally with about 3 feet to spare, stopped just to our side. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but there were a lot of angry drivers wondering what this speeding car was thinking! We never got an answer, but did give our names as witnesses for the two gals in the Honda (their air bags had deployed, and they were ok, it took a bit of time to realize what had happened), as this spot does not get cell reception, someone in one of the cars behind was able to get on his radio for highway patrol. As we were the front vehicle, and the crushed suv was over to just in front of the Honda, we paced the cars behind us down the road. A bit shaken, but more determined than ever to take it just that much more easy on the road, and hope that other folks will do the same.
And, when it was mom's turn to take the wheel, dad went to rest in the back, and look who became mom's co-pilot! Wootwoot!