Today it was Damon who had to bail not far from the car because his knee was bothering him. The Greenberg's were dropping like flies. We had driven together so he called Jayne for a lift and we gave him our key to get his stuff out of the car. He would leave the key in our super-secret hiding place behind the front license plate.
Some time later we got a text from Damon:
"Dropped key behind front grill"Uh-oh. The messages continued as we climbed.
"Working on it"And finally:
"Can't find it"
"Giving up. Going home."
"Good luck"We pictured Damon down there in the parking lot. A look of disbelief on his face. Ineffectually poking around at the front grill. We could only laugh. Anyway we weren't too worried cuz, hey, look at all this, just a short drive from town.
The ski down was a lot of fun. I was on my new (old) AT setup just for kicks and really enjoyed it. I just need to learn how to make parallel turns without looking like a World War II tail gunner.
Back at the car we dug out the snow from between the front wheels, slid underneath on our backs with a headlamp, located the key and luckily managed to fish it out with a bit of hooked wire from a repair kit. I think I crawled in pee. A small price to pay.
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