I shoveled snow in Hawaiʻi today.
Not the first time I have shoveled snow here. Somehow the novelty of snow in a tropical paradise never grows old. Not that shoveling snow at nearly 14,000ft gets any easier. The weekend storm left a foot of fresh snow on the mountain. As the Monday crew never made it to the summit, it fell to those of us working Tuesday to clear out the snow for access.
It was only a foot of snow? Not too bad? The snow came with 120mph winds, stripping the slopes bare and piling a three foot deep, fifteen foot wide drift in front of our loading dock and main doors. That was going to be a chore.
We needed power. The grader was working to clear the IRTF access road just above us. As the crew moved the vehicles I made a trip up to intercept the grader. At my request the driver joking asked how much cash I had. No. Beer? No. I offered cookies and the deal was made. A few minutes later the grader was clearing much of the snowdrift in our way.