So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Dashing through the snow
Well, not exactly dashing. More like crawling at half speed through the snow. I was debating with myself if I should go into town or not. The snow was just starting to come down in force. There was a special dinner for retired firefighters so I thought I'd attend. Dinner was nice, but by the time it was over there was already 3 – 4 inches of heavy wet snow on the ground.
Going home I never felt like I was in any danger, but only while traveling no faster than 30 mph. It took a little longer than normal, but I did get back.
Two of the guys I used to work with have moved back to town. One was a good friend who moved out to the west coast years ago. Now that's he retired he decided to move back to the North Country where housing is much more affordable. He and his wife have family here too, so that works out. They bought a house just a few houses down from their son and his family.
My old fire captain is back from Colorado. He and his wife loved it out there, so I was surprised to see his return. The doctors in Colorado recommended he move. The guy got a bad blood clot in his lung. Trust me, those are painful. Apparently the high altitude of Colorado was not good for the condition. They reopened their cottage on the lake. However, they plan on spending a part of the winter in South Carolina with family.
It was great to get together with the other firefighters. We worked and lived together and saved each other's lives a bunch of times. It's worth going out in the snow to get together with a crew like that.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.