Stupid turkeys.
I should've just run right over them.
A friend invited us up to Sandpoint on Saturday for a couple of hours of snow tubing at the Schweitzer Mountain ski area.
Sounded like fun. The kids have been working hard, more or less, in school, and I thought a day on the mountain would be a good way to say goodbye to winter.
Little did I know that winter wanted to say goodbye to us!
We had just set out from our friend's house, turning up the mountain road that leads to the ski resort, when a big flock of wild turkeys crossed the road. I tapped my brakes and came to a stop before hitting any of them.
But the woman who was following too close behind me wasn't so lucky. Nothing was going to stop the momentum of her massive Ford F-350 on that icy road. I'd like to report that she killed a few turkeys. Unfortunately, I was in her way and she slammed into the back of our mini-van.

Thankfully we're all okay. After checking for any bumps and bruises, we gathered insurance information and apologies.
And here's a shocker. Her insurance company, Safeco, called me twenty minutes later, on a Saturday, to give me all the necessary information for getting our van fixed up as quickly as possible. I can't remember the last time I dealt with any large company that worked with such efficiency and speed.
Even though the entire back door and side panels were crunched in, the van was still drivable, so we decided not to let the accident ruin our plans.
We continued up the mountain road, carefully watching for more turkeys, and found the Schweitzer ski area. I was ready to relax and enjoy watching the kids have fun on the tubing hill.

I'm happy to say they did have a great time. For close to two hours the kids romped and slid as a gentle snow fell all around us. Crushed cars and near-sighted turkeys were forgotten.
Just as we finished tubing, the magical winter wonderland suddenly turned into a furious blizzard howling down upon us, and we could hardly see ten feet in front of us as we walked to Thor's Pizza for dinner. I thought we'd be stuck on the mountain all night, but then I forgot how fickle Idaho weather can be. An hour later we were driving back down to Sandpoint under clear skies.
No turkeys were spotted on the way home. But all this week, as we deal with the annoyance of being without our van while it's repaired, I'll be paying special tribute to my feathered friends.
Turkey sandwiches, turkey legs, turkey soup. Heck, I think I'll even get some Friskies Turkey and Giblets Dinner for the cats!