Tonight we had a new “adventure”! I’ll start with the end and go backwards. We are safe at home after getting stuck in the snow and meeting a Moose on the Alsea Hwy.
Not an animal-type moose, a Moose Lodge-type moose. His name is Chris and he was kind enough to drive us home to Tillicum after we slid off the Alsea Hwy. Boy are we thankful to be the recipient of the Moose Charter to “do a kind deed a day”! Chris lives on the treacherous corner (and hill) where, according to him, “accidents happen every time it snows”. It is just east of Grandpa’s Feed store. As we approached the corner, we saw 2 sets of brake lights. We tried to go around them slowly but, not knowing what they would try to do, we ended up going too slow and started to slide. So we stopped to avoid sliding into one of the trucks. One of the trucks got up the hill and parked. He walked back and Don joined him to push the first guy out. (Of course Don was in shorts…silly question.) Then he offered us help but all we did was slide towards the deep ravine. There is a gravel shoulder and we thought we might get some traction there, but nnNNOOOoo. Alrighty then, we have emergency road service so I called Bill’s Chevron for a tow. Chris was trying to keep traffic moving past us. Don stood outside for a while but finally got back in to get warm. The tendency was for people to stop when they saw we were sideways. But that was always a mistake. Everyone else got through, except for a car load of teens. I think a parent came and escorted them back the other way. 🙂 Maybe a half hour later Chris came over to tell us the tow truck driver just went by to get the truck. We waited and watched as people gingerly passed us by; hugging the top side of the road. It was a little nerve-wracking when traffic was coming both ways. At one point a driver was coming down the hill, in front of us, and headed straight over to our side of the road about 30 yards from us. I thought it might be the tow truck and he was confidently coming to get us in his big-wheeled, heavy-duty truck. But, as he got to our side, he took a sharp turn to angle back over to the right side of the road and continued on his way; missing us by a good TWO feet. :-} It looked completely intentional to me. Don laughed and said “he lost control, slid and hit the birm (sp?) which bounced him back onto the road.” He missed us! hhhmmm – I think Don would say that it’s hard to tell when I am experiencing the peace and calm of the Lord’s protection or if it is just an “ignorant bliss”. As we started to talk about how long it had been since the tow truck driver passed us, here he came back, but not in the tow truck. He said he couldn’t even get it off the lot! He mentioned he didn’t know if he had enough gas to get him back home. I thought that was a little weird since he’d just come from Bill’s CHEVRON.
Anyway, he and Chris helped us get to the other side of the fog line so we could lock it up and leave it. We gathered our things and started walking in the ruts of the snow on the Alsea Hwy. (Of course Don is in shorts….but he had wool socks on.) We got to McKinley’s RV Park and here comes Chris in a 4WD truck. He asked if he could drive us home to Tillicum. He made up some story about having to go to town to pick up his Father-in-law’s truck anyway. What a guy! He wouldn’t let us pay him. We got home, to Tillicum Campground, about midnight. Turns out Chris used to work for our employer, American Land & Leisure.
We were so wound up! I took the camera to get some snow photos. But, the way it was coming down, I knew it would mean snow on the beach in the morning! The stairway was deep with slick snow so I snapped a shot from the top and resigned to getting my pix in the morning.
There’s a LOT of storm damage in all the campgrounds. Tillicum’s power stayed on. But Sutton, Alder Dune and Blackberry lost power around 3am.
This big boulder was on the Alsea Hwy yesterday afternoon. They cleared it off quickly. (I think that guy pushed it…jk) The hwy was closed this morning due to more debris from the same area.
We’d started this day with a business trip to Florence. I was excited to get some high surf pix in Yachats.
But, with it raining horizontally (typical of the Oregon Coast), getting a photo without salt spray on the lens is a challenge.
This photo of the seagulls looks distorted because they are hunkered down so low. I don’t think I’ve seen them make themselves so flat! I wonder which one is named Stanley? (Anyone remember Flat Stanley from their child’s geography class?)
Maybe we could conclude that I started and ended my day in a peaceful, “ignorant bliss”. 🙂