After moving back to the lower 48, I have bought an RV and have been living on the road.
By: joealaska , 5:58 AM GMT on March 02, 2013
For the last few days we have been hearing BIG WEATHER coming.
I RARELY turn on weather reports. First, I just do not trust the predictions. Second, it does not matter. We still work and deliver food. Hurricane or not.
Our container vessel company warned me two days ago that the boat would be facing WEATHER and would probably late. This was the first time I was warned two days early. The boat arrived on time in calm weather.
But when the WEATHER subject keeps coming up with the various folk we do business with, I start to listen. Looks like they were right.
It always happens on Friday, our BUSY day. CRAZY busy, and throw in a blizzard...
It was calm early. Mid afternoon it started to snow. About an hour later it started to blow.
We were very bust today, but nothing really unusual. OH, there was that garage door thing. We had a 7 AM delivery. My driver called to tell me when he opened the door to take freight out, the door fell off. I hate that. It is a typical garage door that rolls up. YES, we have run pallets in to it. Pallets stacked so high they barely fit in, even when PUSHING them in with a forklift. Scraping the top. So we clip that garage door many times, and it recently has just been hanging in there.
Until today, just fell out of its tracks.
It was a factor when we left. We had to secure the warehouse. So we used 4 people to hold up the four panel hinged door and got the forklift forks underneath it. The forks went underneath and slid out the other side. Keeping the door upright, we pushed it into its position where it used to be while, at that time, it was supported by counter weights. We drove the forklift forward until the door fit back in its original frame, and pushed the door until it was jammed by the forklift up against the wall. DONE. Except the top part of the door flopped open a foot or so, being hinged. So we jammed a shovel as a space filler between the door and the forklift, and she all worked out welcome to Dutch engineering thank you ma’am gotta go.
Until the last minute, we were getting ready to deliver to a couple boats preparing to leave. Then the weather hit and planes turned around, including one charter. So those boats will wait for fresh crew another day (or so, who know?) and both chose tomorrow morning for delivery.
So we hoisted the garage door.
When we left around 6 PM it was blowin’ and snowin’ fairly successfully.
I filmed most of the drive home. This got interesting as there were moments of TRUE white outs. This term is used pretty loosely in the rest of the US. Heavy snow is NOT a white out. A white out to me is when you cannot see nothing but white. Panic sets in as you consider whether some idiot ahead of you is slamming the brakes and you end up rear ending him. If YOU slow down, you can be hit from behind. If YOU do not slow down, you can be hitting someone from behind. No right or wrong answer. Too bad everyone does not think the same way. It is the same situation as in Arizona and dust storms. People pull of the road and stop, as the guy behind follows the lights and rams into the slowing vehicle.
There were a couple white out situations on the 7 minute ride home. As usual, the best was as I reached the first summit of Haystack Hill. It is a funnel point for wind. White out. The first thing I was able to see was a large drift that had quickly formed coming off a hillside and across most of the road. I had to swerve to the far left to get by. It was hard to see anything the last 500 feet to my place, around a sharp turn and up a hill, then my driveway. When I turned right into the driveway I was estimating the actual entrance based on landmarks. I hit the target, but immediately there was trubba. Deep snow right at the entrance. It looked innocent. Flat. But it filled in a low point. I quickly bottomed out. TURTLING. No traction, even in four wheel drive. I went outside and looked at the situation. Again with the TRUBBA. I was off the road, but only by a few feet.
It was deep snow, maybe a foot and a half to two feet. It was heavy and wet, like damp brown sugar. And the wind was ripping, so it was hard to even see.
I was blocking the driveway, and another tenant would need to get in. I called my landlord, 100 feet away. Their daughter was the other tenant. I told them what was happening. The other tenant was also coming home. She would have to park next door. That turned into another problem, as that driveway was a slight upslope, and there was no traction. There was nothing I could do, and it could all wait until morning. I stumbled into my place. I saw that the bulk of the driveway was not a problem, just the entrance.
All windows are covered in slush, no outside views. TV was working, but is now down. Internet?
I just looked out as light is fading (8:45 PM) and the Tahoe is beached. I see a drift becoming a part of it on the down wind side. This storm is from the south.
Tomorrow morning I anticipate a good shoveling. Heavy wet snow.
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