Last year the folks who plow for me didn't have to come even once... that's how nice the weather was.  Needless to say I saw my boy, Goat, today.  He called when he saw the vehicles so we were able to get ourselves out (shockingly w/o too much trouble) and get the mess out of the way.  I had gone out for 10 minutes earlier in the morning and ended up feeling like something was sitting on my chest and spitting out coppery tastes.  I am quite okay with spending the money for a plow, even if it does churn up my gravel, that I'll clean up and deal with in the spring.