Mentors are all around us. My driveway has been a mentor to me. Now, before you think me a bit eccentric, my driveway is not your average driveway. In a town of steep driveways on the side of a mountain in British Columbia, my driveway stands out as a paragon of steep driveways. Almost straight up, and a hundred feet long, those who come to our home for the first time wonder how our cars magically arrive at the top of the summit.
In summer the driveway is merely steep, but after a winter snowstorm the driveway takes on its truest character. Covered with a blanket of fresh snow, it is then that my driveway is a mentor to me.
For the first two years after we moved in, whenever it would snow, I would simply ...