Actual shot of a snow drift in Browning MT.. Taken in the 30's

We have all been there. Yes.. Browning Montana.. If not there, Grand Lake Nebraska, (there is no Lake in Grand lake by the way.) the list of obscure places along the road to find our beloved wood boats. Or getting things done to our Classic wallet suckers. There is no way to fed ex a bottom of your boat, or overnight your engine. So we all have had to pile in our buggies and do one or two death marches a year to get stuff done. But.. it takes a certain set of you know whats to say. Hey.. I can make it across Montana… Northern Montana in February to get my Continental motor done. And yesterday… it happened.. Actually Saturday is when it happened. Our fellow Woody Boater and classic boat collector extraordinaire found himself in Browning Montana.. And so did 30 feet of snow. In fact you can say they met on the road. As Paul put it yesterday on Woody Boater while commenting that he was stuck in a hotel in Browning, and had been there since Saturday. “I have simply never been in anything like what I was in on Saturday. Semi truck blown off the road while sitting still. If you opened the door into the wind, it was tearing it out of people’s hands and bending it forward so it wouldn’t close again. I was driving a 2008 Chevy 3500HD Diesel Dually 4×4 with the 1200LB. engine in the back – probably no better rig than this for these conditions and it was hopeless.”

Ya see Paul lives North of north.. Near Texx… In Canada. So I suppose going South during winter seems like a normal occasion.. We will be getting some images today, and through out the day it would be nice to let Paul know how grateful we all are for trying to spread the ACBS flag to diverse places. Paul did finally get out yesterday.. Here is his report from last night. Thanks Paul.. Stay tuned..

“I didn’t get out until 4:30. A 5 ton wrecker could not move it an inch. He was trying to winch it out of the snow and the front end of his truck was lifting 3 feet int he air. We got a chain and used a huge loader the Dept. of Highways was using to clear the road – the chain broke. We got a bigger chain and got it out, just as that chain broke. Believe it or not, the loader was really having to pull to move it. Remember, my vehicle never left the pavement – this was all happening in the middle of the road.”
Paul

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7 Responses to “Mt Dora, Tahoe, Clayton, Lake George, Squam. Browning Montana?”
  1. Faye

    Brrrrrrr! It is MUCH nicer here in SC. We could swap stories about Browning MT too! Glad you are OUT and hopefully on the road.

    BTW…. we have GREAT engine people here too!

  2. Alex

    One question, Paul. When you awakened from your MT hibernation, and poked your head up out of the snow, did you see your shadow? Or are we in for 6 more weeks of this?

  3. anonymus

    It is a twelve month hobby packed with adventure, danger and triumph. I will be glad when us northerners get back to open water and floating hulls.

  4. anonymus

    Gee, I thought that it was summer as we are getting the boats ready for the the water. I wore shorts all weekend as we were almost 70 degrees in Northern California!!!!!

    Why would you go to thirty feet of snow???????

  5. Rick

    Hey, wait a minute. Texx is from Canada? Not Texas? Now I’ve got to get a whole new mental picture of him. Now he’s not wearing a Stetson or driving a ’65 Cadillac Eldorado ragtop with steer horns tied to the grill, rolling down dusty roads looking for barn finds. Instead he’s behind a sled pulled by huskies checking out old abandoned igloos looking for frozen in time (frozen, get it) classics. Sorry but with all this cold air coming from Canada that is the new mental reality. And why is he called Texx?

  6. Matt

    Well. Ya see Texx is . Well. Texx. He is all over the place. his roots are in Texas. He drives around on a Motorcycle, Races Cars, and even done time on the Bonniville Salt Flats.In short fast spurts. Texx has been known to get on his hog and drive cross country to look at a boat. To know Texx, is to not know him. Like the wind. He blows into town and makes life that much richer.