Shelter From The Storm...

It was good to get back on the road today. I held up in Flagstaff over the weekend to work on the blog. Monday morning I awoke to find a blanket of snow covering the ground. I flipped on the T.V. and seen that Flagstaff was under a blizzard warning. A blizzard I said out loud, where the hell did this come from. So after debating on what to do, I decided to bed down there for one more night.

That night after a few cold beers at the local brewery I headed back to the motel. Laying there in bed I awoke all the sudden to hear the wind blasting threw the cracks around the door, snow was even blowing in. I could hear the wind raisin hell outside. Throwing on my jeans and work boots I opened the door, and no shit, it was crazy out there. The wind was blowin so hard I thought it was going to rip the flag off the poll in front of the City Hall, and the snow was pouring white out of the sky. I ran over to look at my jeep buried in a huge snow drift, and then I heard my room door slam close. Shit, the wind got it, and I don't have the key!!! Damn it, I high stepped threw 20 feet of snow that was a foot and a half deep to get to the lobby, and it was locked and lights out. I just held down on the buzzer that was by the door. It took the lady ten minutes to come to the window. She looked at me like I had a horn growing out of my head. Thought the speaker hole of the window with a stuttering freezing voice I told her what was up. It took her two more minutes to clean her glasses, scratch her ass, find the key and pass it over to me . I ran back to the room and slammed the door behind me. I thought I was going to pass out my body was so cold. I was frozen solid and was only out there for ten or so minutes.

Kiss my ass Bear Grylls, lets see you try that one... I'll even hold your beer for ya!!!

And that my friends, is the story of my first encounter with a BLIZZARD!!!


Shelter From The Storm


It was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud

I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,

Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,

Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there

With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved

Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.

Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost

I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.

Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm.

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured

I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word

In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.

"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Bob Dylan
Shelter From The Storm
1974