Steve and I decided to go on a picnic on Saturday. I have a full week of work coming up, as does Steve so we thought we’d make the most of our time together and drove to Wiseman’s ferry for a picnic.
It was a wonderfully sunny day but we didn’t anticipate a high wind warning. Tree’s snapped, branches fell and leaves were everywhere. This is a picture of us at the lookout just before the winds rolled in the dark clouds and mayhem. We’ve both got weird smiles on our face because this it was quite difficult to take a pic with my heavy D80… we’re both thinking “don’t drop it… don’t drop it“.
Steve, the good Samaritan he is, jumped out of the car a couple of times to remove rather large branches off the road. I was quite proud until he almost walked into the path of an oncoming car. I’ve never screamed so loud in all my life. The car was speeding. Steve’s practically blind. Not a good combination. All I could do was scream as I was in the car. Thankfully the other car braked (didn’t stop) and Steve jumped fast enough to get out of the way. We had our hazards on and everything. Steve removed the branch and got back into the car and said “did you see that?” and all I could do was burst into tears. It took awhile to console me. I thought…*shudder*…
So the picnic was turning into a real winner. I calmed down and we continued straight home… until a tree fell right across the road in front of us… on a steep curve. Again we stopped, put on our hazards and we BOTH got out and tried to move it. It was impossible to two people alone. Thankfully it didn’t take long until two other people came and helped. Cars started piling up but no one else got out to help.
No one had rope so Steve broke the tree into pieces himself. I was in awe. He really is great in an emergency. It took 20 minutes to get the tree off the road. I gave everyone dirty looks as we walked back to our car. Stupid lazy people, quite happy to let someone else deal with the problem. Someone could have died tearing around the corner and hitting it.
Thankfully the rest of the drive home was peaceful. Once we got there I had to clean out all Steve’s scratches and cuts (very romantic) and put ice on his hands. I’m glad we spent the day together but next time I hope it’s less dramatic.