When I was a young man, I was living in Heber City Utah, and the snow was so deep they could not get down the road over in Midway. The county of Wasatch did not have a dozer available, and they hired me to clear the road,Β it was 25 below zero at the time. I worked for several days and had face protection, but I still received frost bite on my ears. When I finished, I parked the dozer got off and the next day I left and went to Mexico. When I returnedΒ Broadbent said to me Verl why did you leave we had a lot more work for you. I told him I expected that; now you know why I left I told him.
In 1963 I was working in Lake Tahoe at HarveyβsΒ Wagon Wheel and in snowed so much that winter that I had the snow piled up over 8 feet on each side of the walkway. I was saving up money so I could buy some plywood to cover the walkway and let it snow. One day I spent all day digging my little Volkswagen out of the snow and the snowplow came by and buried it.
Forty years later when I would take a party boat out to go fishing in the Bay Area of California when we would go under the Golden Gate Bridge heading out my ears would burn so bad from the frost bite earlier that I had to put something over them every time I went out. I never got over that frostbite.
Now in Colombia the weather is the best I have ever saw. I am used to the high humidity pretty much and as I set out here on the patio, 6 A.M. naked drinking coffee looking at the Caribbean Ocean completely comfortable temperature wise I think back of those years and with false teeth and a passport I no longer put up with those necessities I thought were necessary in life.
Life is nice with out the cold snow or a dentist.
A Messenger,
Verl K.