Trapped in the Snow

It's Friday, and come Monday my husband and I are going to head up to Pasado's Safe Haven to see Tyson.  It'll have been 2 weeks since our last visit to see Tyson due to a pretty good snow storm here in the PNW.  When I called this last Monday to find out how the roads were, I was told that they were awful, too awful to drive without a 4-wheel drive vehicle. Coming from Minnesota, the land of blizzards and white-outs, I had every gumption to drive up to see him, but I keep forgetting about how this area is not as prepared for snow (snow plows, sanders, icers, and multiples of them) as we were in MN.  People in WA don't own plows for the front of their 4-wheelers or tractor plows like they did in MN.

Because the state park wherein I grew up had to be operational and clear for winter adventurers, we had a plow for the front of the Dodge and made an ice-rink in the front yard on good years.  I loved it when it snowed!  Snow days were fun days.  Snowmobiling, skating, skiing, sledding, snowman building, hot cocoa, frozen cheeks, runny noses and fluffy blankets to greet us.  Here, not so much.  Gravity plus snow equals mayhem.

And snow in an area more prepared for gray skies and rain means less of an ability to head out into the mountains to see Tyson.  That sucks, and there is no nice way of saying it.  Tyson and all of the other critters have been trapped by snow for the last week.  Few volunteers have been able to get out there to walk and help clean, but at least they have on-site care-givers.  Still, poor kids.  They must be so bored, though they are warm and bundled in with heaters and blankets.  This Monday, we are going to have to make up for all the boredom, though and I am sure I can plan something fun--and maybe get in a bath for him, too.

I can't wait to see my handsome fellow again.