We are not in Idaho anymore....or are we?

It's been almost a month since my last fishing excursion so I was Jonesing bad. Against my better judgement and everyone else I knew, I headed north to JD dam to meet Mark. As I headed into the impending storm, I said to myself, maybe I should turn around and use my kitchen pass for next weekend. Of course I didn't. I got to whitehorse lake, about 5 miles from JD and there was about 2 inches of snow on the ground. I called Mark, nothing here man. Sweet! I put the metal to the pedal, or something like that. Got to the lake around 6pm, set up my rod and threw a few casts before dark, nada! Figures! Now is when the fun starts. I hear a dog howling, sounds close! WTF? Mark tells me he found a beagle, called his owner who lives in Prescott, would be up the next day to pick it up. Went back to his popup trailer, fed the pooch and had a bowl of soup! Wind is howling but no snow, maybe we dodged the bullet? Hardly! I was sleeping on one end of the popup, Mark on the other. Now picture this, Mark weighs a buck sixty, I am pushing 2 and half bucks, well he gets up and exclaims, son of bitch, there is 4 inches of snow on the ground and it still snowing hard. Think we should pack up and leave? We of course I say no!!! (Dipshit) he spends about 10 minutes knocking snow off the popups and roof. He gets in all of sudden the world is shifting, I go flying against the window and shit is flying all over the place. Seems with the shift in weight, snow on the roof, and lardass on the bumper end, the trailer decides to fall on it's back! I am pinned against the window cussing like a sailor and laughing my ass off. Dog is on the couch just staring at me like I am insane. Marks pulls me up into sitting position, laughing to beat the band, we get up, get dressed, go outside and push the trailor back upright. No damage! We clean up inside and decide to hit the rack, just fell asleep and bam, freaking trailer tips again, shit goes flying, lardass goes flying, the sailor barks again. Well, now is when common sense comes to play. I say to Mark, let's just switch sides of the trailor, not, "Let's get out of here", but let's switch beds. Shifted about 140 lbs so that worked like a charm. We get up around 7am after a very fitful 2 hours sleep ;) Now there is about a foot of snow on the ground. Common sense finally prevails. Lets drive the trailor to the other side of Whitehorse lake, snow should be much less, we can park the trailer and truck and head back to JD and fish. Jeez, we fisherman and so damn dumb. We we get to the other side of Whitehorse and snow is about 14" deep so we just kept driving. 25 miles of dirt road and 2 hours later, we get to the freeway, road is clear. I call him on my cell, hey, is there some where you can park your trailer near Flagstaff? We can go pike fishing on Lake Mary. He says hell ya! Not very bright are we. Well to make a short story long, we get to Flagstaff, 14" on the ground and almost white out conditions. Well frick!!! I get home around 2:30pm and open the door and my wife just smiles and says, "I knew you would be home early, dipshit"!!! "Well I had to try!" I fish, therefore I am!