The NFC B-Day Chat Thread

[sharron]

Good morning all!

afternoon dmc

 

[sharron]

Morning everyone

I'll find out in a few hours how my healing process is going?

Everyone make it a great day!

afternoon sean

 

[sourland]

We have all recovered from the Norovirus. Hopefully nothing like that will be back soon.

The sickest that I have ever been in my life with a basically 24 hour recovery period. Never want to experience that again.

 

[ShrekDawg]

True but since you aren't working a 9-5 job, you have the extra time

LOL true!

 

[ronott1]

The sickest that I have ever been in my life with a basically 24 hour recovery period. Never want to experience that again.

I know!

This one was up there with Influenza and strep throat

 

[Blooie]

This is copy and pasted. I had posted it on my Masonic Wive’s site last night but thought you might enjoy it. What an adventure.

“The Lord does work in mysterious ways! Coming home tonight over the Big Horns was a nightmare. Snow on top of nasty ice and pretty good winds. We were creeping along the curves on the downgrades and as we came around a particularly sharp curve we saw the back of a semi where the back of a semi shouldn’t be. There was a small pullout on our side of the road and we stopped. Ken grabbed his super bright flashlight with the strobe and made his way to the cab of the truck. It was rough going, especially in his Grand Lodge uniform pants and dress shoes. The snow had drifted pretty deeply and he had to cross what little fence the truck hadn’t taken out, but he kept floundering through until he reached the cab, where one very happy and relieved truck driver jumped out and enveloped him in a huge bear hug.

In very broken English (the gentleman was from a Middle Eastern nation) he told Ken that he’d been there for over 2 hours and we were the only vehicle that had come up or gone down. The cab of that truck was buried deep into trees, but the driver was unhurt. Ken tried to talk him into coming down the mountain with us, but he was going to stay with his truck. Ken made sure that he had food, water, and the guy was running the truck so it was warm in the cab, and they walked back to our truck. He kept asking Ken if we knew where was to send help, which we assured him we did. I also asked him a couple of times to ride down with us, but he declined. So we resumed our 10 pucker factor ride, creeping down. There is no cell service up there, and not much until you hit Greybull so Ken had told him it would be a couple more hours until help reached him. I had 911 dialed into my phone, ready to hit “send” at the first hint of signal.

But when we were almost all the way down, a car was starting up. Our headlights hit the side of that car and it was a Highway patrolman, heading up to check for anyone stranded up there. So Ken flagged him down and the first thing the trooper asked him was “How far up?” Ken told him what the vehicle was, what the nearest mile marker was, that the driver was uninjured, but that that truck was buried. The next thing the trooper said was, “Hey, it’s the Badgets!” Turns out we’ve known the guy almost since we moved here! So we warned him to be careful up there, that it was nasty slick. I’ll say an extra prayer for Blaine’s safety.

So you see, if Tammy Ross Smith had corrected me snd said the Jobies event was today, not yesterday, we’d probably have stayed home today and prepared for Monday’s trip instead of going. If we’d been further up the mountain and met Blaine on his way up, the chances of all of us being able to stop safely on the steep, super icy grade would have been greatly reduced, instead of us meeting down where it was dry and having time to give him full information. And yes, even without us Blaine would have found the truck, but not likely as long as he was driving uphill, not the way it was off the road and the angle it was at, although he would have seen him on his way back down. And the way it all played out, Blaine was able to know ahead of time the whole situation and able to let dispatch know before he even got to the site what was going on. See? The Lord does work in mysterious ways!!”

 

[The Farmers' Daughter]

This is copy and pasted. I had posted it on my Masonic Wive’s site last night but thought you might enjoy it. What an adventure.

“The Lord does work in mysterious ways! Coming home tonight over the Big Horns was a nightmare. Snow on top of nasty ice and pretty good winds. We were creeping along the curves on the downgrades and as we came around a particularly sharp curve we saw the back of a semi where the back of a semi shouldn’t be. There was a small pullout on our side of the road and we stopped. Ken grabbed his super bright flashlight with the strobe and made his way to the cab of the truck. It was rough going, especially in his Grand Lodge uniform pants and dress shoes. The snow had drifted pretty deeply and he had to cross what little fence the truck hadn’t taken out, but he kept floundering through until he reached the cab, where one very happy and relieved truck driver jumped out and enveloped him in a huge bear hug.

In very broken English (the gentleman was from a Middle Eastern nation) he told Ken that he’d been there for over 2 hours and we were the only vehicle that had come up or gone down. The cab of that truck was buried deep into trees, but the driver was unhurt. Ken tried to talk him into coming down the mountain with us, but he was going to stay with his truck. Ken made sure that he had food, water, and the guy was running the truck so it was warm in the cab, and they walked back to our truck. He kept asking Ken if we knew where was to send help, which we assured him we did. I also asked him a couple of times to ride down with us, but he declined. So we resumed our 10 pucker factor ride, creeping down. There is no cell service up there, and not much until you hit Greybull so Ken had told him it would be a couple more hours until help reached him. I had 911 dialed into my phone, ready to hit “send” at the first hint of signal.

But when we were almost all the way down, a car was starting up. Our headlights hit the side of that car and it was a Highway patrolman, heading up to check for anyone stranded up there. So Ken flagged him down and the first thing the trooper asked him was “How far up?” Ken told him what the vehicle was, what the nearest mile marker was, that the driver was uninjured, but that that truck was buried. The next thing the trooper said was, “Hey, it’s the Badgets!” Turns out we’ve known the guy almost since we moved here! So we warned him to be careful up there, that it was nasty slick. I’ll say an extra prayer for Blaine’s safety.

So you see, if Tammy Ross Smith had corrected me snd said the Jobies event was today, not yesterday, we’d probably have stayed home today and prepared for Monday’s trip instead of going. If we’d been further up the mountain and met Blaine on his way up, the chances of all of us being able to stop safely on the steep, super icy grade would have been greatly reduced, instead of us meeting down where it was dry and having time to give him full information. And yes, even without us Blaine would have found the truck, but not likely as long as he was driving uphill, not the way it was off the road and the angle it was at, although he would have seen him on his way back down. And the way it all played out, Blaine was able to know ahead of time the whole situation and able to let dispatch know before he even got to the site what was going on. See? The Lord does work in mysterious ways!!”

Wow @Blooie . You two are saviors in disguise.
How frozen and soaking was Ken after that?

 

[The Farmers' Daughter]

Pretty darn cold here today. The thermometer has climbed up to -11c. Spent a few hours adding bedding to the coop and chopping wood for kindling.

Hope everyone is nice & warm and well.

 

[Blooie]

To add even more mystery, this happened this morning!

Okay, you guys aren’t gonna believe this!! We left Cowley this morning, heading down to Rock Springs and as we passed the rest area Ken said, “Man, that truck looks like the one from last night, and there’s a repair truck with it.” So we went back there and when I waved at the driver he looked confused. Ken and I got out, and he got out, and he started grinning. He said, “Are you the ones......?” He realized it was us as he opened his door. Hugs and warm handshakes all around! The repair truck left after repairing the air tank on the truck and as bad as it looked last night, aside from scratches, a few dings, the busted air tank and a broken mirror it looked pretty good!

In his broken English he repeatedly thanked us, and then said that after makes his delivery in Lovell (40,000 pounds) he’s going home and he’s done!

The first photo is what the Pass looked like on Saturday. By Sunday night, conditions had worsened, it was blowing snow hard, and pitch black. That’s when we found the truck. The other shots were taken this morning when we saw the truck at the rest stop.

 

[N F C]

@Blooie this one's for you

What a miracle you guys found him and no one was hurt!