Moving here... this was the worst winter in this area for she can't even remember how long. It was coooooold. And it had snowed and snowed. Then it melted. Then it rained and froze over. And snowed on top of the froze-over ice.
So they had to be out by the end of February. The trailer movers couldn't even get to the land to set the temporary trailer for weeks. And she and Bret were trying to lay electric pipe down the big trench while sinking in 12 inch thick cold Kentucky mud and muck. The buyers of their house kindly gave them a couple more weeks to get their bearings. And still more snow. And more ice. And then it warmed up and the mud got worse. Then it froze up again. It just seemed like it would never end.
A few days after one snow, she and her husband tried to come by and drop a load of their belonging off in the barn. It was a two and a half hour drive from their St Bernard house to their new country life, so it was not short feat to get here. When they pulled into their street it was still a little snowy and a bit icy but nothing unmanageable. They drove the winding road until they hit the non county-maintained section, with woods to both sides. They couldn't get the van up the hill. It just slid and slid. Finally they backed up and turned around. Back to Cincinnati they went, with their tails between our legs.
What they learned... there will be days, here in their little patch of the woods, where they can't go anywhere even if they want to. They might get snowed in. They might be stuck. So as she looked out her window of her trailer that she finally moved in to, and she saw the snow coming down AGAIN, in the middle of March, she shook her head and was thankful for food, toilet paper, board games, and her family, all in the same spot.
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