This was by far the greatest adventure I have ever had.
Let’s start with the morning. So I woke up at around 7:40 to take Jacob to work since he was going to lend me his car so I could head up to Schweitzer for a day of snowboarding. The night before I tried to rally someone to go with me but was unsuccessful. I then decided it would be a great day to spend alone, reflecting and having some good quiet time alone in God’s Country. But since I had fallen asleep so late I had made the decision to take Jacob to work and then go back and catch a bit of sleep before heading up to the hill. That sleep lasted till around 2:30 in the afternoon, there went heading up to Schweitzer. I was fine with that. I’m sure my body needed more sleep than the snowboarding. And I knew I was going to go night skiing, with my friend Maren to teach her how to snowboard at Mt. Spokane. Which was supposed to be a great time…
And then the adventure began.
I met Maren over on campus and we headed over to the HUB (the campus center) to pick up her snowboard that she was renting from the school. Problem #1: Trying to find a board that would fit her. I finally found one that was about the right size. The only problem was that we determined that she was a goofy foot. So knowing a bit about snowboard repair I took it upon myself to just switch the bindings around. I started off and got all but one screw out. I had Maren get some extra tools out of her car. I tried and tried to get this one screw out, trying my hardest not to totally strip the screw. In the end I broke one of her flathead screwdrivers. How annoying. After 3 more boards and not being able to undo any of the screws, I finally found a board that would work.
So we set out to head up to the mountain. As we were driving up the hill, it started to rain. And fairly hard at that. Doubt creeped into our minds that maybe this wasn’t the best idea. My hopeful suggestion was that maybe that the rain would turn into freezing rain. And practically at the moment I suggested it, it did happen. So we pressed on and the rain then turned to snow. The roads held out for the most part and finally we found ourselves on snow covered roads. As we continued to drive we found ourselves having no real problem moving along. Then we came upon a car stopped along the side of the road. Being caring people, we decided to stop alongside them and see if they needed any help. We stopped and the guy came over and asked if we had any studs in our tires or chains, because he at that point was having some trouble getting up the hill. We smugly replied that we were doing fine. But as ironic as it may have seemed, once we went to get on our way all we did was spin our tires. Luckily that same guy ended up giving us push to get us going again. So on we went and a little whiles up the road conditions started to deteriorate. I had already moved into 2nd gear for her so we would have more traction. I asked if she wanted me to drive at that point and she happily agreed to let me do so. We switched and I tried to get us going again and all I did was spin the wheels for a moment. Finally I grinded down far enough to get some traction to get us going again. A little further we passed another truck stopped and decided NOT to stop and keep going. But a few hundred feet further the snow was coming down fairly hard and we made the call to just turn around and head back to town. After we started heading down the mountain about a quarter mile down we pass a snow plow. Oh Joy. So we turned around once again and resumed our journey back up the mountain with ease. We finally reached a peak before you come back down a little to reach the entrance to the ski resort. At this point we were thinking “no problem” we are pointed downhill and can take it real easy and make it down to the bottom and finally our ski night can begin. We started down and after about 1/2 a mile I suddenly lost all control of the car. Mind you I was only going about 15-20 mph. I did everything under my power (which wasn’t much) to avoid sliding off the side of the cliff and I successfully got the car aimed back towards the mountain. And then BANG. The snowbank jumped me. I got out of the car to asses the damage. I was buried far enough in the bank to not be able to tell if I had ruined my friend’s car. I unsuccessfully tried to back us out of the bank. So (in my sandals mind you) I got out of the car and had her throw it in reverse while I pushed it out. We now had ourselves quite a predicament. Pointed down and not able to hold traction, we decided to try and put the chains on the tires. Once again UNSUCCESSFUL. So faced with the only way to go was down, I precariously etched our way down towards the ski area.
“I think we can, I think we can, I think we can” was our mantra as we finally reached our destination. I swear I heard Handel’s infamous song ringing in the background as we pulled into a parking space.
We thought our troubles were over and we could finally enjoy our remaining time on the slopes. But NO!!!! After we got our lift tickets, we were ready to do our thang. So I had Maren start to strap in to her board, but alas one of the bindings was broken. In my haste to finally get a board I overlooked the broken piece. So we headed over to the repair/rental shop, and this wonderful chap was kind enough to hook it up and fix the board. Finally!!!!
The snowboarding went well and Maren took to the hill like a Mongoose to Spam. She didn’t even ever fall while getting off the chair lift!!!!
So after the wonderful, long awaited night on the hill, we decided to take some precautionary measures before heading back down the hill. We chained up, since we had the light and now knew what we were doing. After driving a few minutes it was very clear that we DIDN’T need the chains at all. So we pulled over to the side of the road and un-chained the car. About half way down the mountain, where the roads had become clear again and the driving became easy, we came upon an unlikely situation. A car wedged in a ditch on the side of the road and 4 or 5 teenagers standing around. Needless to say we stopped to check on them and see if there was anything we could do. After getting a phone number so we could contact a parent once we could get phone reception we sat there until the state trooper arrived. As we drove we discussed how our phone call may have to sound. “Excuse me Mr. ____ we found your son on the side of the road in a ditch.” NO NO NO. “Hello, Mr. ____ we were driving along and noticed a car half turned over by the side of the road.” What an awkward thing to have to do. But it gave us some good conversation up to the point of capstone of our evening.
As we neared the bottom of the hill, I was driving with my brights on to illuminate the dark road that we were the only car on, but what should jump out in front of the car but…….A DEER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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For crying out loud!!! So I slammed on the breaks and this time was able to keep the car undercontrol but did not want to end up in either ditch on the side of the road, nor did I want to give Maren’s car a new body shape. I finally slowed down to between 5-15 mph. And just barely clipped the hindquarters of the deer as it scurried across the road. After the thud. I turned the car around to shine the headlights into the ditch to see if the dead or wounded deer was lying helplessly in the ditch. Happy ending to the story. No deer in the ditch. But I got a souvenir from the event. There was a tuft of hair left stuck inbetween the hood and body of the car. No blood or flesh which means that it just ripped out a nice bald spot. On a side note, I saved the hair in a plastic baggie, ask me if you want to see it.
Finally we made it home and then soon retreated to a local bar for some drinks and food. A great way to end the night of a great adventure.
P.S. This story is to be referred to as “BLOG-FODDER” a term coined by Maren as to how I was going to describe the events of this evening.