New Year's Eve turned out not quite as we'd planned it. We were due to stay in the cabin up the mountains in the woods by the river. We loaded up the car with a couple of days worth of food, made our way up the mountains assisting several snow bound motorists out of our way and got there (we actually made it) to find the electricty was gone. Electricity should be optional in a cabin up the mountains in the woods by the river in a snowstorm but not when you have a 4 month old and a 22 month old and temperatures were predicted to fall to as low as minus 6. So we had to turn around and travel the same treacherously dicey roads home. Not before our raclette ended up sliding down a hill in the snow (we had to unload the contents of the boot to access the tow hook), I earned a sports injury assisting a fellow motorist out of a snowdrift and we ended up having to be pulled out of a ditch by adrenaline junkies with winches. But we made it safely home in time to celebrate new years with a dinner cooked on the raclette, which was in surprisingly good form considering the abuse it took earlier in the day. Quote of the day "Conor Faughnan has just been on de rayydio sayin' that the Sally Gap is impassable.... fuckin' right it is!" from the guy who pulled us out of the ditch :)
Happy New Year to all. May you all receive liberal sprinkles of 10-10-20 on your 2010, the thing that brings the bringer of things.
In other news, a rare sighting of a Sasquatch was captured on film this New Year's Day...
On that eerie and chilling note, we'll sign off on 2009. Oíche mhaith agus chodladh samh.
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