This is what happens when you misjudge just how deep a snow bank is. Your tires start spinning, the engine steams a little bit, and you completely bottom out in the snow.
And this is what it looks like after you've gotten the whole thing dug out.
Connie was thoroughly amused (at least that's what I gathered from the hysterical laughter coming from my phone when I called to tell her about it...) at our predicament.
So was I, when she very nearly did the same thing at evening feeding.
Anywho...
Ever wonder what it's like to have to feed forty horses at twenty below?
It's a little something like this.
Thermals, tall socks, two pairs of jeans, tank top, long sleeve, short sleeve, two sweatshirts, silk scarf, double thick fleece scarf, beanie, two hoods, insulated gloves and boots (both with hand and foot warmers in them as well) and a pair of uber-insulated Carhartt bibs. With all those layers, it felt pretty nice out, really.
This twenty-below weather happened about two weeks ago. Yesterday, I went out and fed in a pair of jeans and long-sleeved shirt. Montana weather is ridiculously fickle.
