Go to land on Saturday - Tuesday, work on building road into where we plan to build the cabin.
Maybe leave on Monday as there was a 40% chance of rain according to weather dot com, with some sleet/snow starting on Tuesday.
We worked hard on Saturday and Sunday and made a HUGE amount of progress. On Sunday evening about 9ish, we were in the tent and we heard raindrops that, well, then turned into a huge thunderstorm that dropped 3 inches, yes, 3 inches of rain overnight.
Now, although I am a Park Wife, camping is not in my DNA. I would prefer to stay in the Bed & Breakfast in town. But, I have been quiet the sport -- up until torrential downpour.
The enormous amount of lightening and thunder was a bit scary, but it pales in comparison to our day on Monday. As it was still raining (thanks weather dot com) on Monday morning, we decided we really needed to get out before the road we are building was too wet.
Too late, 8 hours, one tractor (stuck), one tow truck (stuck) along with our truck (stuck), was pulled out with a bulldozer. Thankfully we have a wonderful couple down the road that took the Buckaroos and I in around lunch time. Thank goodness because even though I love my guys, being in a truck with a 2-year and 5-year-old for almost 4 hours, without moving but a couple of inches, wears on a woman's nerves. Not to mention that I was soaking wet from trying to initially help Big Buckaroo.
Speaking of Big Buckaroo, he rocks. Although he was in the early stages of hypothermia ( no kidding), he worked and worked and found back-up to get his family to safety. Now, the "road" is pretty much a mud hole with ruts all in it from all the trucks being stuck, but we are warm and at home by the fire. Plus, we have a dusting of snow here. I believe they already have a foot of snow and it is still coming down where our land is.
40% chance, yeah right.
No, I did not take pictures, I was freezing, kids were bored, and I really did not want to add insult to injury as Big Buckaroo was single-handedly pulling the truck with the help of a come-along out of huge amounts of mud.
I must go wash the 12,000 loads of wet clothes now!
Until tomorrow, stay warm,
The Park Wife