I'd say it was the winter of 1978-79; it was a bad one and I was 5 1/2 years old. We lived on the Cox Ranch North of Mullen and most of our route was a one-lane gravel path. I didn't actually remember that until a few years ago when my dad and I went to the Ranch's 101st anniversary, and drove it for the first time.
But back to that winter. We had FEET of snow, lots and lots of feet of snow. It was very handy to have the snowmobiles I wrote about in an earlier post to take care of the cattle, feeding etc. But we were not leaving the Ranch HQ. One thing I remember and will til the end are helicopters airlifting us hay for the cattle - the would lower these big round bales down to the ground, and my dad ran out to retrieve a few bags of groceries - milk and eggs - if I remember right. We were pretty self sufficient on the Ranch with beef, canned and frozen goods from the garden and baked goods, but we plumb ran out and we were not getting to town.
Yes, that is a winter I will always remember. I bet I didn't go to town for a month. Good thing I wasn't in school yet. Oh, but when I did get school age -we had a backup plan. Sherron had a house in town, and a couple winters when my mom worked at the hospital we actually had an apartment too, so she could take call. Oh the joys of living in the boonies! But I wouldn't have traded it for anything!
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