Troutdale was aglow last night.
My day started about the time most of you were going to bed Saturday night-- I work graveyard, so at 2140 (military time) I headed down the stairs to my car--- and didn't make it. I got as far as the sidewalk separating the grass shortcut from the parking lot and started sliding.
Keep in mind that the ENTIRE apartment complex is built into the side of a large hill-- and every surface slopes downhill-- in which direction I was sliding, past my car, past the neighbor's car, and quickly heading toward the Outlet Mall at the bottom of said hill here in Troutdale.
The only thing that saved me from a dunk in the Sandy River was my scarf, which got slung across the sidewalk so I could throw myself on it for traction. I ended up rescuing one of my neighbors, who had her hands full and was separated from her two little ones and was also sliding, with the same scarf trick.
I thought calling work 'Iced In' was to be the most eventful part of the night, but no, long around 0100 I heard a car out in the parking lot, spinning tires, and a transmission that was NOT happy-- one of my neighbors was trying to get up The Ski Ramp (see picture). They inched and crawled and spun rubber all the way up and I thought they were lucky to have gotten up there and 'what were they thinking'.
Not long after that I heard a slight grinding sound-- tires on ice, kind of-- followed by a couple dull thumps and a crunch-THUD, and car doors closing heavily-- from the direction of The Ski Ramp?? Investigation revealed the same car that went up the hill had tried to come back down, and had jumped the curb into the grass in what has to be the only 'safe' spot to do so (the parking spaces at the bottom of the ramp are built up on a ledge and there is *nothing* to keep you from going off the other side if you jump the curb there).
The father and his son were having a time of it getting from the downhill side of the lot to the high side, and Mom was left at the edge of the grass at the bottom of the hill. I could see it was going to take the father a good while to get their boy to safety so I bundled up and ran down to help (note to anyone reading: if you use empty litter bins to store used litter, make sure to grab the bin with the CLEAN litter before attempting an ice rescue!! lol).
Only after everyone was on the right side of the parking lot did the father realize... the keys for the apartment were in the Locked Car. Luckily the kitty litter causeway that saved Mom also let Dad get back to the car to retrieve keys. That was a lot easier to deal with than the ice!
Later, another neighbor arrived home to find he couldn't get his vehicle into his parking space-- he got down the main driveway just fine until he tried to park by the office in an iced-over parking stall-- slid all the way through it and hit the rail of the access ramp to the manager's office before the back end of his rig skidded sideways into the car already parked there. Oops.
The third neighbor I saw last night parked by the office and walked up The Ski Ramp. Good idea!
Now that it's morning, the kids living here are all out enjoying our own personal amateur luge training runs on their sled-- or backs, when they lose their footing, and a few of the neighbors are braving the parking lot.
I'm bundled up inside with a plate of fresh walnut brownies, doctored personally with a handful of Craisins and a splash of Grand Marniere for orange flavoring, watching the kids playing and being thankful my boss is awesome!
ps. Boss, you really are awesome for covering my shift all night after working your own shift!