We live in a wonderful old (circa 1842) farm house that sits waaaaay up on a hill:
One of the best things about it is that although we have an acre, we are close to all the things that I could ever want, including a kick-butt coffee shop spitting distance from us:
This is the view from my kitchen window. The house in the distance is the coffee shop
Yesterday, I went to have coffee and conversation with a few friends at the coffee shop. Now, I could walk, it's easy to get there, but my driveway is very long with obstacles like a leaning tree (the one visible in the photo above) and a sharp turn at the top-not that the tree and bend matter when you are walking, but it is slippery!
I drove. Not the Jeep Cherokee that I usually drive in winter, but the Caravan that makes me look like a soccer mom (I am a hockey mom-there is a difference). It does not have 4 wheel drive.
I tried to come home. I got as far as the sharp bend at the top and started spinning. I knew that as icy as it was, I would not be able to back down the drive. I put the van in park. I kept moving. I had no clue what to do next, so I engaged the emergency brake. I was still moving. I called Mark.
He told me not to worry, that it would not move much, there were snow banks on the down side of the drive to slow it to a gentle stop. That's if you didn't cut your wheels:
Mark was not at all shocked to hear that I was sideways in the drive. He remembers all too vividly the time I got a full size van stuck in a curb side mailbox...
All's well that ends well...Andy got it out before Mark got home.