There's an old joke that says behind every successful rancher is a wife with a town job. That would be me. Our ranch is 55 miles from the town in question. The first three miles is my driveway. The next nine are gravel county road. Then I finally get to a highway. But since Highway 207 ends at a border crossing that is only open from 9am to 6pm in the winter, it is essentially a dead end road during my morning and evening commute. It's me and the school bus out there most days.
Needless to say, the drive can be a bit of a challenge when we get snow, or even lots of rain. And since our ranch is higher in altitude and much closer to the mountains than town, conditions can vary dramatically from one end of my commute to the other. It's not unusual to get a foot of snow at our house while my co-workers get only a light dusting.
So I thought I'd invite you all to ride along on the drive home:
Yeah, the guy who cleans the parking lot LOVES my gravel roads.
This highway was clear, except for some slow moving traffic. (Or slow moo-ving, as one of my readers pointed out)
Getting closer to home, snow on the gravel road.
This section of the driveway is a little tricky. Took me three tries to get through it on Wednesday morning.
The last quarter mile of the road is drifted deeper than my bumper, but the hayfield blew clear, so this is where we cut down through the ditch and go cross country.
And finally...home.
