After surviving the ice storm and reclaiming the house by bringing back the electricity, Tyler and I thought that we'd pretty much conquered the elements... have I mentioned we've been wrong before?

On the Friday following the ice storm, Tyler and I awoke to reports of some light snow in the area that might cause some drifting in rural areas. Looking outside, we saw that the ground was barely covered and decided it should be safe to venture into work. So, we hoped into our ton truck and headed down the road. We came across a small drift that was partially covering the road, but we figured that one pass by the plow would be all that would be needed to keep the road passable and we thought no more of the drift.

Tyler and I had a normal Friday. We went to work. I went to the gym. Then, we came home... to find our road was completely drifted shut!

We decided that maybe it was just a bad patch of road. So, we drove around the square to try and come into our house from the North. The road was still impassable. So, what did we do? We parked in our neighbor's yard and walked home.

We met our other neighbor, Denny, on the way to our house. He told us that it was far easier to walk through the neighboring corn fields than along the road.

The next morning, after a nasty call into the Sheriff's department by me, the road graders were out in force and opened the road back up.

Katherine is standing next to the remnants of the snow drift that had been blocking the road.

Tyler is beginning the hike back down the road to pick the truck up from the neighbors' yard. In the distance, the depth of the snowdrift can be measured against the snow plow and car that are also heading South along the road.