Winter Settling Moon
A disappointment of ravens. A phalanx of snow plows. While driving into Denver this morning, Kate and I reached an entrance just as four orange snow plows with monstrous blades and tiny whirring salt and sand spreaders drove onto the 285 in front of us. They fanned out in what is known as the snow plow blocking maneuver, with one on the left shoulder, then, a full snow plow length back and a snow plow width over, another, then the third, the fourth covering the right shoulder. The drive became slow, about snow plow speed.
We were on our way for an important settling task, buying a washer and dryer. Not good to be without them. We found a warehouse like place that sells mostly to contractors and got a good deal.
An interesting phenomenon. The Colorado drivers seemed stumped by the snow, then cold, which left the highways often covered with compacted snow. They went very slow, braked into curves and seemed generally flummoxed. First hint of this came going down Shadow Mountain Drive when we encountered a tow truck with a long cable snaking down into a twenty, thirty foot drop-0ff, the other end attached to what looked like a Subaru with a Thule ski-carrier. It was hard to identify for sure because the only thing I could see was the car’s roof.
Kate thinks, and I agree, that Colorado drivers are used to snow that comes, then goes away. Quickly. We drove, Minnesota style, on past them. No sudden movements and no close following.
