A slippery slope

On MLK day we were invited to my co-worker, Yvonne’s home for dinner. She was making pot stickers and her daughters and cousin came too. She lived out in the Rabbit Creek area, which is up in the hills overlooking the sound. And all the houses were really big and fancy. On our way there, we got slightly lost (apparently the turn off we were looking for didn’t have a sign labeling the street), so we ended up heading down this “no outlet” road with a giant ravine on the right hand side. Ooops, not a good idea on a day when the temperature had warmed up some to melt the snow just enough for it to turn to a humongous sheet of ice. So we drove along, until it became apparent that there was no outlet. And, when we tried to start again, it became apparent that we were driving on a sheet of ice. Neil got out of the car and started slipping around. I thought he was trying to be funny, but it really was that slippery. We had to end up calling Yvonne. She brought her whole family to come help push. Except it was too slippery for anyone to get their footing, so Neil ended up slowly backing the car down the hill until he reached a driveway to turn around in. It was quite an adventure, but in the end we had a good time at dinner. The pot stickers were tasty.