Last night I stupidly decided to try driving up the steep side of Lincoln hill rd through the deep snow. When I got to the steepest section my little car started spinning out, so, with no traction to turn around I began to head backwards down the hill. The snow was piling up on my back window, and with the inability to see I ended up losing control and somehow ended up in a 180 degree spin, sliding sideways towards the ditch. Luckily I was able to stop before I was completely in the ditch, but I was in a very precarious position. If I had released the e-brake, Im pretty sure that i would have slid into the stream below.
As I sat wondering what to do, I saw a flashlight bobbing down a nearby driveway. A young lady approached me with a shovel, and her father followed with his own shovel. They were obviously well practiced in the art of saving unassuming drivers from Lincoln hill in the winter, and got right down to business. They good-naturedly dug me out of the snow and pushed my car back onto the road, saving me from slipping into the woods. I didn’t even catch their names or thank them properly, because before I knew it I was heading down the middle of the road, safe and sound.
If it wasn’t for their neighborly concern, I would have had a ditched car and a very unpleasant night.
It’s people like that who help people like me get through the winter! I love Vermont.
Followed up today by…
I think this is what people mean when they say we are Vermont Strong. I am proud to live here, too.