So the forecast for the area of Virginia where we have a tiny cabin on a glorious hilltop that is surrounded by the Jefferson National Forest is for snow and temperatures that do not get above freezing. That is for this entire week! And it had already been snowing over the weekend, although we are uncertain as to the accumulation. We are concerned about the plumbing, the pump house, the possibility of a power outage; so we take the giant dodge dully truck, the one with wide hips and six tires, and head that way. Normally it takes about ninety minutes to get there, but in inclement weather…Add to this the high wind warnings and the bridge suspended over the New River at nosebleed heights, and there is complete justification for choosing the heaviest vehicle to embark on this journey. As we climb up the mountain we begin to see evidence of snow and by the time we reach the Big Walker Mountain Tunnel it is beginning to pour down in wind driven gusts that look like Jack Frost is sneezing. Interstate 77 is pretty clear but as soon as we exit onto 52, road conditions change. The secondary roads are even worse and the one lane private drive to our property is beautiful, though challenging. Our headlights illuminate the pristine forest. Nothing is moving except for what the wind chooses to push around, and us. Our gate lock is frozen, but we anticipated this and have a torch to heat it up. It gives way and we enter our sanctuary. The cabin looks down upon us. We still have a considerable climb up our driveway and the snow here is already a foot deep, deeper in the drifts. We ascend but not for long. The truck is disproportionate in weight and although we engage the low range all wheel drive, it spins and sinks into the deep drifts. We try going through the field, again to no avail. All we can do is drain the water at the pump house as it is down hill from the cabin, and hope for the best.