-=> Quoting Sondra Ball to Patti Jones <=-
Hi, Sondra,
  >   I do believe the worst snow storm that I have ever been in was at 
Angeles
 >National Forest.  I was disoriented, didn't know where one curve ended and 

 >other began.  Couldn't figure out and reference points, all the drifts 
over
 >the trees and ridges where I would be able to make that determination.  I 
a
 >a friend who knew the road as well as I did, and at one point, I looked 
ver
 >and ask, "do you know where in the heck we are"?  His resopnse was, "no, I
 >thought you did".  It was a long trip....taking much much longer than 
ormal
 >Then when we got to the camp and startde plowing down the one lane dirt 
oad
 >the truck stopped dead in it's tracks.  We managed to follow tire tracks 
or
 >the earlier trip uphill with a flashlight and bending over to see the snow
 >covered tracks.  We finally got to the building where I stayed....it was a
 >night I won't forget.
 SB> 
 SB> The most frightening snowstorm I was in was in the mountains of
 SB> Pennsylvania.  I skidded off the road and figured I was going to be
 SB> stranded there through the night.  I was miles from my destination. 
 SB> But a carload of very nice men drove by, saw my car (which was amazing,
 SB> considering the fact that it was after dark, and the car was covered
 SB> with snow), stopped their car, got out, and got me back on the road. 
 SB> So all worked out well after all.  It was after that that I started
 SB> keeping sleeping bags in the car in the winter.
I guess my worst experience with a snow storm happened a few weeks before
my second birthday.  My dad was snowed in at work three or four miles
from where we lived, and was waiting for the plow so he could get home.
My mother decided to wait dinner for him.  I was hungry, so I was sitting
at the table waiting and playing around with things.  A fork went on the
floor.  I reached down to pick it up, slipped off the chair, and ended up
with a deep, nasty cut from near the center of my forehead, down through
my eyebrow, and over to the corner of my eye--I just missed putting my
eye out.  My mother got the bleeding pretty much stopped, but I obviously
needed to see a doctor fast.  My mother got on the old crank phone and
called my dad who called the county highway department.  They called the
snow plow driver away from his dinner.  He plowed out from town to where
my dad worked and then, with my dad following immediately behind him,
over to where we lived.  Dad had called Mom when the plow got out to the
plant, so she had me all bundled up ready to go.  We followed right
behind the plow all the way into the town and up to the hospital.
Because of the snow storm, the power was out in town, including at the
hospital.  They had one light bulb lit with their emergency generator in
the operating room.  Our family physician had been doing an emergency
appendectomy earlier by the light of this one bulb.  He slipped in a pool
of blood and broke a bone in his foot, so his uncle, also a doctor,
stitched my forehead up.  I don't remember how we got home, but I don't
think I got any dinner that night.  :-)  That snow storm was close to two
feet of the wet, heavy snow one gets in late fall.
Take care,
Robin
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