So we got kind of dumped on yesterday and last night with snow, about a foot or so. That meant the driveway needed clearing, and not having a snowthrower, means that I have to shovel it. I’m out there shoveling for a hour or so, about 1/4 of the way through, and the plow comes by. It was an old plow, early ’60s I’m guessing, he starts to turn around in our drive, as they do normally, but this time he keeps backing up the drive. I get the hell out of his way as he is coming all the way up to where I had shoveled. I start ot walk up to the truck, but he just drops his snow blade, and drives back on out to the road, honks his horn, and he’s gone. That was really cool, he saw me shoveling, drove up and plowed me out without saying a word. I waved thank you as he left the drive onto the road. It probably would have taken me another 2 hours to finish up the drive. As it was, it gave me more time to shovel my paths that I have around the house to the shed and weather station and our deck.
Thank You Plow Guy 🙂
Now just let me say that I was starting to wonder about this Alaskan friendliness that I’ve heard of be for moving here. I’ve been out there before with the neighbor out plowing his drive without so much as a wave. I must admit though that it seems his plow truck has been having some issues, so I guess I’ll just leave it.
Either way, this day just shows that there are people out there that will help you out, without hardly even a thank you. I remember how this use to happen back in MI, but that was many years ago.
After I was done, I took some photos of around the house.
Path along back of house
Path from shed to deck
Path to front door
Path to shed from weather station
Path to weather station
Snow on shed
’til next time