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2:48 p.m. You gotta start somewhere. (Hans mutters something about
the Aegean Stables...)
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There is really a car under here!
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Snow snails.
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Yet another angle on the truck--(can you see the antenna?)
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Arrow's not so sure this is going to work, but she's sure to take her
nap in front of the car, so that we don't go anywhere without her.
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I decide to join the digging, and hear a soft "whump!" (Has anyone
ever been buried in an avalanche off the top of their car?)
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4:01 p.m. and we finish (so to speak). Heres' what it looks like from
the deck. Arrow is patrolling the snow shoe track. Last night she took
her bone out there and laid down right in the middle of the track to munch
on it. Where else could a good dog go?
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Don't ask me why I'm so excited about this, Hans is the one who did
most of the work.
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Daquiris, anyone? Having nothing better to do, we decide to hop on
the skis and see how far the real excavation has gotten.
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My tracks down the neighbor's driveway from yesterday.
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Twin Sisters Road. Not that you'd notice.
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There is a Chevy Suburban under that lump.
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Ah, yes, there he is! 5:08p.m., and he's made it the first 1/4 mile.
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Moving in a little closer, we wave a couple of Snickers Bars. (If
we'd a been thinkin', we woulda brought sandwiches.)
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The driver sees the Snickers Bars and stops to chat.
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We promise him hot soup by the time he makes it to our place. (He
doesn't believe us, and when Hans makes good on our promise later at
midnight, he's shocked.)
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We turn around and head home.
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On the way back, I decide to stop and help the owner of the Suburban
dig around it, so the excavator will see it later and (hopefully) not pack
it in even farther. Her little terriers are very curious about this whole
operation.
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9:00 p.m. Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
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