The folks wanted to go to Shiner yesterday and feed cows... I needed to get my truck inspected since it was over a month out of date and I needed to get gas at Walmart and wanted to eat Chinese since I haven't gotten to eat Chinese in two weeks... so Keira (my four year old) and I went and did all that stuff yesterday. I figured it would probably work out better because the REAL cold weather is supposed to be tomorrow morning (25 was the projected overnight low this morning when I left the house) and it didn't make sense to put the hay out more than 24 hours in advance since they'd have virtually all of it eaten up before the REAL cold weather even got here...
SO, I get up at 6:20-ish and shower to wake up and get ready to go run my schoolbus route. I catch the weather from the Houston stations and they report that it's already snowing in Wharton, 23 miles northwest of us by road, about 10-12 as the crow flies. OOOKKKAAAYYY... was supposed to start snowing at around 2 pm, which would have been only a problem for the evening bus route, but okay... we'll deal with it. Keira and I left for the bus barn with it raining and chilly-- we hit 40 at about 6:30 this morning and it's been dropping all day. We're driving to town and I notice some of the raindrops are getting rather large and have particles of ice in them, leaving 'grit' on the windshield when they splatter... OKAY...
SO we get to the barn, luckily to find the bus already started and idling, and since I leave the heaters set on high every evening when I get off, it's already starting to get warm in there, which beats riding in the freezing cold for ten minutes waiting on the diesel engine to heat up. As we're coming in from the parking lot, a driver friend of mine is dropping off her mid-run high school kids and stops and slides her window open and comments that some drivers are already reporting snow on their windshield and we should just turn around and take the kids home... I laugh and say "yeah, well, that'll never happen in a million years" and after a giggle she takes off... Keira and I do our safety check and hit the road. I don't even get to the highway before the boss is calling on the radio for everyone to sign a sheet with their daytime phone numbers or cell phone numbers on it so they can call us back early if the weather worsens... I call him on the radio and tell him, "no can-do, gotta go feed cows-- SHOULD be back for the regular evening route at 3:30, but if yall early release, NO WAY I'll be back in time." "Oh, ok..." comes the reply. I hit the main road and within 1/2 mile I start seeing genuine flakes... not the dinky little 'sugar crystal' snow we usually get around here, but BIG OLD SLOPPY wet fluffy nickel-size puffball flakes like I used to see in New Jersey...
ANYWAY, I run the route, pick up my last kid at 7:35 and the boss comes back on the radio, reminding everyone to come sign in on the phone sheet, because they WILL be releasing early, between 11 am and 1 pm... I drop off all my kids and come in briefly, and ask the mechanic if the early release is a "Done deal" or a possibility-- he comments it's definite. I say, "well, no way I can make it" and head out to meet the folks and go to Shiner and feed cows.
By the time I drive the 6 miles back to the farm, it's about as close to 'white out' as we ever get around here-- BIG flakes coming down, and LOTS of 'em! I mean, this is pretty darn heavy snow, about as good as I've seen driving to Indiana every winter to see the MIL and wife's family... so this is DEFINITELY not you're typical day in SE TX... and it just keeps coming down heavier! SO I get to the old folks, and it's starting to stick, and it's coming down in buckets... They're already getting in the van, and have a few odd jobs to do (drip the faucets, turn on a heater in the 'hot tub' room, etc.) WE hit the road and it's coming down harder still...
We head through the country to Boling, next little town west 8 miles, and it's coming down harder still... this is a FULL FLEDGED SNOWSTORM! By the time we turn in downtown Boling and start heading north, the old folks are getting panicky, because not only is the grass already totally covered by snow, but there is also substantial slush on the highway, and we're only heading north and west, likely into worse... and it does get worse, all the way to Wharton 15 miles north... We get a taquito at Whataburger, gas up at Walmart, and hit the road north toward Eagle Lake... it sorta levels off, and by the time we turn to head west to Garwood, it's no longer sticking, and only lightly snowing big flakes. By the time we get to Garwood, it's only a few flakes interspersed with 'sugar grain snow'... nothing sticking. We head west another hour and get to Hallettsville; it's snowing lightly, mostly 'sugar snow' but NOTHING is sticking... it's 48 degrees!!! It was 33 in Boling when we went through there, and now we're 80 miles west northwest! WEIRD! We get to Shiner in similar conditions, and after driving around the farm abit checking things over, I go to start the tractor, which has been parked for four weeks... No joy-- the battery is DRAGGING badly. It's an old battery, so I figure it's time to replace it, since it's been acting up some for awhile... work fine when we were digging out the ponds two or three months ago in 110 degree + heat, but sometimes draggy on even slightly cool mornings early last spring... So we go to Walmart for a battery. I get the biggest one they've got and we head back, install it, and STILL no joy-- I try some ether (starting fluid) and still no joy. I try boosting the battery with the van-- giving it ten minutes to freshen the battery up-- no joy. I point out two alternatives-- we can get a couple hundred-foot extension cords and a cheap hair dryer and use that to warm up the engine, or we can get a bigger dedicated (read more expensive) tractor battery at the dealership in town. We do both-- return the WM battery, get a couple extension cords and a nine dollar hair dryer, go to Shiner to the farm dealer and buy the $140 tractor battery, and go back to the farm and install it. STILL no joy-- she's kicking back, probably from the ether... I run the cord from the house and plug in the hair dryer and lay it on top of the engine, blowing hot air on the head, injectors, intake manifold, and battery box, and close the hood to keep the heat circulating around the engine, and we go to lunch in town. We get back, and try again-- she's warmed up slightly, but still no joy-- I boost it again, and stick the hair dryer in the air cleaner to blow hot air into the intake manifold... She FINALLY pops off and starts after a couple ether induced kicks... note to self-- no more ether in the late model high-compression engines... save it for the older lower compression diesels...
OF course USUALLY the hair dryer works fine... I've plugged one in before on 25 degree mornings and left it run while I'm gone an hour and a half driving the bus, and come back and bump the key and she'll fire right up... I guess the ether was screwing up the works this time... preignition is a nasty thing...
ANyway, I set the plow off and hook up to the hay forks, get a bale out of storage and haul it out to the field and unroll it, and have happy cows kicking up their heels... I drive around a bit to check the ponds and stuff, just to charge the battery and warm up the oil more than anything, and then put her back in the barn and button everything up to go home...
Most work I've EVER had to do to feed ONE round bale of hay...
We get back to Needville around dark-- the whole farm is covered by about 3 inches of snow, but it's VERY wet and mushy underneath-- then I get the waterworks from Keira who's been denied permission to go flop down in the muddy wet snow and cow crap behind the house where the cows have been trying to get out of the wind all day and mucked everything up... and the more I try to explain why "snow angels" are ok to do in Indiana when it's -2 instead of in sloppy mud covered with snow in TX at 32 degrees, the more she cries...
SO after dripping all the faucets outside, I'm just trying to warm up... cows are fed and it is pretty darn cold...
Later and hope yall had a better day... OL JR
First pic is my house way out in the field, second is my brother's house up the road... This is the farm where Challenger 498 launches...
