The snowfall had started when we left, but nothing major or nothing we weren't used to seeing. Little did we know that this snowstorm would turn into a blizzard and would be much, much different from any storm we'd ever endured.
The further down the mountain we drove, the heavier the snowfall became. Warnings blasted across the radio and talked about driving north, the direction of my mother's house. They repeatedly stated even if you have a four-wheel drive do not head that way because the visibility was so poor.
Well, we had been through many a raging blizzard before, especially up on Rabbit Ears Pass. And those storms had been much worse than this one. In fact, some of those blizzards were so intense we couldn't even see the hood of our pickup or the semi-trucks coming from the opposite direction until they were right on top of us. Plus, there were no side rails to protect us from the steep drop offs. Still, by some miracle, we always made it to our destination. Oh, and those blizzards always snuck up on us. We would start out on a clear day and without notice would end up in a major blizzard. Same thing happened to us on this particular day.
Judging from years of experience, what they called a blizzard down in the flatlands was just a little bitty snowstorm to us native Colorado folk who lived on the mountains. They were no big deal at all. Until this one, anyway.
The blizzard of 1982, was the worst storm we'd ever combated and managed to survive. Motorists were stranded all along the highway, including a young man who waved us down and begged us to take his mother home because his vehicle had died and they had no heat in the car. Even though our four-speed pickup was a single cab truck and we were filled to capacity with stuff as well as my family, there was no way we were leaving those folks behind to freeze to death. We managed to squeeze together and the elderly lady came with us. We tried to get her son to come too, but he said he would be fine, and that he was more concerned about his mother. He said he would flag down a sand truck and hitch a ride from there. We hated leaving him, but he refused to come with us, and we needed to get going before the storm worsened.
The further north we went, the more horrific the visibility got, and the more frightened I became. I feared my family would be stranded on the side of the road and who knew what would become of us. My imagination had taken over by this point. Many long, grueling minutes later, we spotted a ginormous sand truck in front of us. We were able to get him to stop and told him about the woman's son. He assured us he would inform someone about him. He then had us follow his truck and he led us to the nearest ramp exit, which just happened to be the one close to where the lady lived. When we dropped her off, she offered for us to stay with her until the storm passed, but my husband declined. I couldn't believe that he would turn down such an enticing and a most wanted invitation. I wondered what was wrong with him, because by then, I was tired, scared, and I desperately wanted my family and myself inside and somewhere safe. I wanted to get out of the grips of the raging storm, especially after seeing so many stranded motorists littering the edges of the road.
However, I really wanted to spend Christmas Eve with my mom, and truly believed we would make it. We had made it a lot further than most had so far, thanks to my husband's excellent winter driving skills. I bid the lady goodbye and thanked her for her generous offer. It was so hard to leave her house and head into the great unknown.
As we neared Commerce City, the poor visibility escalated. In fact, it became so bad, we finally realized we would not make it to my mom's place after all. I was heartbroken. Not only for myself, but I hated the idea of my mom spending Christmas Eve all alone. I wanted to cry and keep on going, hoping we would make it, but knowing better. I couldn't believe our misfortune. Here we had driven over a hundred and twenty miles and only had ten more to go. We were so close and yet so far away.
Disappointed, we made our way to the nearest motel we could find. When my husband went inside to inquire about a room, they said they had one left but the window had a gaping hole in it. He didn't care and he took it right away. As soon as he paid for the room, several people came in after us and were turned away. Once my husband settled my daughter and I into the room, he retrieved our luggage, and then headed to a store across the way to get us something to eat.
That night, my husband, my four-year-old daughter, and I spent Christmas Eve in a run-down motel with a broken window and snow blowing inside until my husband stuffed it with something to stop the chill from entering our room. We huddled together under the covers on a broken bed, watching Christmas movies, and ate Cup-O-Soups made with dirt-speckled water that came directly from the hot water tap. None of us cared. It was warm, cozy, safe, and we were together.
While our accommodations weren't very good, we were truly grateful for them. We thought about baby Jesus, lying in a manger, somewhere in a barn surrounded by smelly animals. Considering there was no room at the inn, I'm sure Mary was as grateful for that barn as we were for our grubby, orange and gold colored motel room. As we considered what kind of "housing" conditions Christ our Savior was born in, we gazed at our own.
That night we experienced the true meaning of Christmas. It's not where you are, or how much money you have or don't have, or how many presents you did or didn't get, or how much you spent on those presents that makes Christmas. It's about love, and who you're with, about the birth of our Savior Christ, and about family and being together. That's what Christmas is really all about.
Who would have ever thought spending Christmas Eve in a run-down dive that we later learned used to be an ex-hooker motel would be one of the homiest, best, and most meaningful Christmas my family and I would ever share?
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Sunny Weston's parents
are gone. In order to save her family's ranch and restore it to its former
glory, she heads down the mountain to work on her uncle's ranch. Even though
her uncle offers to lend her the money she needs to get her place working
again, she refuses.
She is out to prove to her fellow ranchers and co-workers that she is more than capable of running and operating her own spread. When her uncle's hired hands continually tease her about her small stature and doubt her abilities to handle herself working on the ranch even though she has proved herself over and over again, she sets up a riding, roping, bucking bronc, skijoring competition to prove them wrong. Her biggest competition and the only one who doesn't ridicule her is her uncle's foreman, Jedidiah Cooper. A man she could easily fall for.
She is out to prove to her fellow ranchers and co-workers that she is more than capable of running and operating her own spread. When her uncle's hired hands continually tease her about her small stature and doubt her abilities to handle herself working on the ranch even though she has proved herself over and over again, she sets up a riding, roping, bucking bronc, skijoring competition to prove them wrong. Her biggest competition and the only one who doesn't ridicule her is her uncle's foreman, Jedidiah Cooper. A man she could easily fall for.
Jedidiah Cooper is instantly smitten with his bosses' niece. Having been warned by her uncle that anyone trying to woo his niece would be instantly fired, Jed has to keep his emotions tightly reined in where the beautiful Sunny Weston is concerned.
Saving up to buy his own
spread so that he can prove to his well-to-do father that he is just as capable
as his successful brothers of making a profitable business, he can't afford to
lose his job and its generous wages. But even more importantly, he doesn't want
to lose the love and respect of a man who means more to him than anyone
else--Sunny Weston's uncle. When his heart is irrevocably lost to Sunny, Jed
has to make some extremely important decisions that might very well cause
him to lose everything.
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