I left home with overcast skies threatening snow. It was the end of January and I had a two and a half hour drive to reach my daughter’s house in Edmonton. The longer I drove, the stormier it grew. Soon the wind was sweeping snow across the highway and piling it into drifts in the ditches.
By the time I was on Whyte Avenue, the snow had covered the lines marking lanes
and it was being polished into ice by stormy gusts. The driving conditions were deteriorating by the minute. My biggest scare came as I slid around the corner onto 99th
Despite the storm, my daughter, Andrea and I decided to go out to eat. If we were careful, we’d be fine. The house my daughter rents is old and borders the Mill Creek Ravine. She can almost step from her front door and into a fir and pine forest. The down side is that to
get back onto 99th Street, you have to drive around and up a steep incline. In the winter, you have to speed up the grade to avoid coming to a spinning stop.
We turned the corner and my daughter said, “Give it some gas, Mom.”
As we approached the crest of the hill, the wheels started losing their grip. I wasn’t going to make it.
“Back down and try again,” said Andrea. “This time go faster.”
I had neglected to clean my back window properly and while we were in the house enough snow had accumulated to interfere with my vision as I backed down. With my view limited, I
didn’t turn the corner sharply enough.
I stopped as I realized that we were on our way into the ravine. My new car! It was stuck in snow past my knees and had nestled next to a stand of poplars.
I straightened the wheels. My daughter gave me advice about “rocking”the car to free us. It didn’t work and with the storm I knew that getting a tow truck tonight would be impossible. "I'll
I almost laughed. Andrea was 115 pounds but she got out anyway and we tried again. Of
course, nothing happened.
Just as we were about to abandon the car, two men appeared out of the
swirling snow. They walked down the
hill and without a word, they put their shoulders to the back of the car. I was
immediately free and I gunned the engine to the top of the hill, leaving Andrea
I stopped and was about to go to speak to the men when Andrea arrived.
"Did you thank them?” I asked.
“I tried. They just kept walking.”
Our Samaritans didn’t worry about thanks and their help was routine. It was winter and they had come out of the blizzard, rescued us and disappeared as they had come, back into the
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