Mom's visit, part 2

So, after we got saved by two random guys, I told mom we owed the karma gods. We saw a lot of cars stuck that day, for the record, but almost everyone was well on their way to freedom.  Except for this one guy one the way home from dinner.  We just walked across the street to Henry's (one of 5 restaurants in all of Kodiak), and on our way back we could hear this guy most definitely stuck in the ice.  I open my car, grab my new shovel, some ice melt, and get to work.  Hey, I've gotten stuck twice now, I know what to do!  After a bit of shoveling, a bit of sprinkling, and a little pushing later, voila!  The car was free.  The karma gods had been repaid.

Honestly though, I wish they had remembered that when everything just iced over and stayed that way for the rest of the week.  Because then we got the joy of moving me into my new place (YAY!) on the ice.  Which sucks because you have to talk down a hill to get to my door.  My poor mom. At least she stayed upright.  I told her we just needed a sled then we could slide the stuff down.  I thought it was a great idea personally.  She vetoed it, but I think she just didn't want to be stuck on top of Ice Mountain all by herself.

Ice Mountain is the new name I have given the hill I live on.  It fits.  It's been above freezing for almost two weeks and Ice Mountain is the only thing still frozen solid.  Yeah, try getting out of a car onto that.  It's unfun.

The movers came on Friday and I was so excited to have my bed and all the rest of my stuff back!  It's been around 18 months, which is a long time to have not slept on your own bed.  But the best part of the whole day was when the moving truck got stuck on the ice.  No snow shovel in the world or amount of ice melt was going to save them.  Ooops.  I felt bad for laughing, but I felt much better about getting stuck in the snow!

Sunday I had to put my mom back on a plane.  I really hated that part.  I feel like half my life is putting loved ones on planes and saying goodbye.  If there was one thing I could change about military life, that would be it.

But this time it was almost worth it.  Because watching my mom live through an Alaska winter, even if it was only a week, was priceless.  Now I know how looked to everyone else here.  "Look LOOK!  The mail truck has snow chains!  I've never seen snow chains!"  "Is that a snow plow?"  Yes mom.  "Oh that's so cool!  I've never seen a snow plow."  Yep, everyone should witness this at least once.

Included are some pictures from that week. Enjoy!

Mom's visit, part 1

So, as I mentioned, my mom was here last week!  It was awesome, I was so glad to so her.  I was also really glad she just happened to be here when I had to move into my apartment and out of the barracks!  She says I planned this, but I assure you I did not.  But who am I to pass up the opportunity to get free labor in the form of Mom?

Anyway, my mom is also a Florida native.  She's seen snow twice before in her life, so coming to Alaska in the middle of winter we knew would be entertaining.  My mom was lucky enough to fly in just hours before another major winter storm, probably the worst one since I've been here.  It wasn't really snowing, it was just sleet and freezing fog and all other sorts of ugliness.  In the hopes of trying to keep my mom from being outside as much as possible, we spent her first whole day here in the hotel or driving around.  We did, however, walk across the street for coffee.  I walked ahead, making sure everything was ok for mom so she wasn't surprised by ice.  My reward was getting hit in the back of the head with a snowball.  I get even, don't worry.  But now I can cross "Have a snowball fight" off my list of things to do!

I thought a bit later it would be a great idea to show mom my new apartment (at least, the house it was attached to).  It snowed almost a foot over night, but it was afternoon already and I was sure that the plows had gotten to work and everything would be fine.

It wasn't.

You saw that coming didn't you?

As I went to make the final turn, there was a snow bank.  Now, every one here keeps telling me I can just drive over snow, I'll be just fine.  And sure enough I had been.  18 inches?  Whatever, I can totally plow right over that.  If the snow is powder.  Apparently, that is a key factor.

Guess what kind of snow this was not?

Yeah, so I drove head-on into a bank of wet, icky snow.  And now it started to rain.  I was totally stuck.  I tried everything.  I shoveled, I used the cat litter my fiance told me to get, I used salt, I tried driving forward, backwards, turning the wheel.  Nadda.  Someone finally stopped with a snow shovel (I only had a little survival shovel).  He started digging.  Then someone stopped with toe straps.  Amen for these two gentlemen! I was out in no time.  But I looked like a drowned rat.  Oh well.  I was out and that was good enough for me!  Apparently, my mom thought this whole ordeal was hysterical.  I suppose it was.  I retold the story to my fiance.  His response?

"I told you to get a snow shovel for your car."

Dear, I believe you left out the snow part, because I did have a shovel. *sigh*  So mom bought me one for next time, just in case.  I just had no idea "next time" would be 6 hours later.