morning dawned with blowing snow and temperatures below freezing.
of those who’d signed up for the local Turkey Trot were having second thoughts about
the need to burn off pre-feast calories.
there were the hard-cores who were full of big talk and ready to run.
turkey and his companions were doing their best to help warm up the crowd.
and Jimmy were in a great mood; probably because they were cheering and not
running or walking.
nearer it came to starting time, the more snow came down. Dad talked the youngest racer into spending
his time in a warm car with his big sister.
the dogs were having second thoughts about this foolhardy undertaking.
these two turkeys. They were geared up
and braced for the adventure.
last frozen smile before taking that long one mile walk in the blizzard.
your marks, get set, GO! Er---go! Hey!
The race has started! These three
finally took their place in the mob of clowns who came out in rotten weather to
join the Race to Feed the Hungry.
and I didn’t stay to the end, although we called later to make sure the racers
had finished without any casualties. We
had an appointment with a roast turkey and family in Utah. And, considering the conditions, we decided
on an early start so we could take our time getting there.
road was icy and we counted five slide-offs on our way to the Idaho-Utah
most exciting mishap was this Fed Ex truck which must have lost control and
slid across the median of Interstate 15. Here it is headed north in a
the other trailer belonging to the rig getting hauled out of the gutter by a
tow truck. We continued on our way in
our four-wheel drive Subaru with knobby snow tires, and arrived in plenty of
time to help put Thanksgiving Dinner on the table and eat with our family