My grandfather told me this story:
It snowed a couple weeks ago in Baker City. The snow plows had cleared the roads, but his truck was still blocked in the driveway, and he was out shoveling snow out of the driveway so that he could get his truck out. A woman was walking down the street, walked a little way past Grandpa's driveway then turned around and walked back the other direction.
A few minutes later, here came a man on a tractor. He plowed the snow from around my grandpa's truck, waved and drove off.
The next time it snowed, he came down and plowed again. Just a wave and off he went.
Grandpa said he'd like to thank him, maybe take him something, but he doesn't know where the guy lives. A few days ago, he saw the man walking down the road leading a couple mules. So now he knows he can find the man's house. He'll just drive that direction until he finds the house with the mules.