On Wednesday morning at the crack of dawn I went "onlocation" in the cab of a Post Falls city snowplow on the first day of the warming trend. It had been exactly three weeks since the snow started falling and fell in great huge record-breaking piles every single day. So as we headed out I asked Steve, my tour guide/plow jockey, what we'd be doing on that slushy morning. He declared, with no small amount of enthusiam, "Today we take back our streets!"
Considering the plow crews had been working 12-hour shifts all through the holidays, it was obvious that they were looking forward to finally getting one up on Mother Nature.
So we pushed snow, spread sand, cursed cars parked and buried at the curbs and tried whenever possible to clear storm drains for the inevitable puddles of melted snow to flow.
Thanks to Steve Pritchett and all of the people who kept our streets cleared these past long weeks. But I'm thinking we've not seen the last of Old Man Winter in North Idaho.
Considering the plow crews had been working 12-hour shifts all through the holidays, it was obvious that they were looking forward to finally getting one up on Mother Nature.
So we pushed snow, spread sand, cursed cars parked and buried at the curbs and tried whenever possible to clear storm drains for the inevitable puddles of melted snow to flow.
Thanks to Steve Pritchett and all of the people who kept our streets cleared these past long weeks. But I'm thinking we've not seen the last of Old Man Winter in North Idaho.
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