Just before dark on Friday I got a call from M and heard the dreaded words, "I'm stuck. Come get me." He had been out and about checking on some hunters and got stuck in a coulee where the snow had blown in. He had been across it the day before, even pulling an auger, but it had warmed up enough that the snow was soft and slick. As he tried to come up the other side he spun and was sucked sideways into the deep stuff. So deep that he could barely get the door open. When I came upon him I wasn't sure where he wanted me to go so tried to stop and also slid sideways. I was dangerously close to also being stuck (and walking home in the dark), but with much cursing he managed to get the second pickup out, and we went back to the farm to get a tractor. M plowed a track through the snow with the tractor and then pulled the pickup out backwards.
I tried to lighten the mood by commenting that we do such fun things together, but I'm afraid if it's starting already it could be a really long winter! I think about how many times R rescued M last winter and with him gone that leaves me. I don't think that's a comforting thought for either of us. M had better be more careful!
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