One of my favorite stories of this community happened a few winters ago. There was a thick, heavy, wet snowfall and I had just begun the tedious task of clearing my driveway when the Rescue pager went off. Someone else had been shoveling and suddenly became unwell enough for a 911 call.
I ran to the Rescue garage and two of us brought our trusty truck up into the hills, far past where the plows had yet been. At the foot of a hill we collected the ambulance crew — proceeding further was questionable and it’s much better to bog down a Rescue truck than an ambulance. A mile or so later, and the Rescue truck was belly-deep in a snowdrift. The ambulance crew put on the medical backpacks and started hiking while we spent the next hour shoveling our truck free.
We might still have been there had it not been for a snowblower-equipped local who gave us a lane to pull into when we finally won free.
We continued up the hill to find the patient comfortable and a deputy finishing the shoveling. We brought everyone back down to the ambulance and continued back to the Rescue garage.
I was soaked, cold, and exhausted, and I still had at least 8” of wet snow to clear from my own driveway. Except… I didn’t. While I was gone, my wonderful neighbors finished my work and I came home to a completely clear driveway and a chance to get warm and put my feet up.
Susan Hough
