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SNOW
Well, I haven't done anything like *that* in quite a while.
It's snowing here. A lot. And I went to work because it wasn't sticking on the roads. But it kept snowing. And I clocked in almost 15 min early, took just a half hour lunch and was out the door by 9:31.
And after I got all the crap off my car, down the road I went.
Now, you have to understand, this was wet sticky snow, the kind that turns to mush on the road. Well, at least up in Galesburg.
So, I drove to Abingdon, roads aren't that bad, but I'm careful and yes, there were a couple of cars in the ditch, and I found that driving 35-40 was just peachy for me.
Got to Avon, still not bad, dropped off the stuff my son need to do laundry and headed out of town toward Little Swan Lake -- we live a mile north of there. By then, the snow was dryer, but the under stuff was still wet and slushy, but now there was blowing and drifting.
Now, understand, up until now, the roads were messy and snowy but otherwise, ok.
Then I drove out west of town.
Oh... my... friggin'... lord.
Absolutely no snowplows had touched these roads. None. And the only reason I made it home was because I stayed in the track of whomever had driven before me. If I had tried to stop and turn around, I would have been stuck. The snow in places was probably up past the bottom of the car door.
And so I drove. Slowly. But steadily. (see above) And finally made it to the turn on the east side of the lake. Which I made.
And then realized that our road comm. HADN'T BEEN OUT EITHER!!!
So, I drove down the hill and up the hill and halfway up the drive where the car said, yeah, we're done.
And I agreed. And I trudged to the house (snow halfway up to my knees in places!) and the husband is, if you had called, I would have told you to stay in town.
If *he* had called, I probably would have.
*edit* Oh yes, for a 35-40 min drive, it took me an hour and a half to get home. Wonderful.
It's snowing here. A lot. And I went to work because it wasn't sticking on the roads. But it kept snowing. And I clocked in almost 15 min early, took just a half hour lunch and was out the door by 9:31.
And after I got all the crap off my car, down the road I went.
Now, you have to understand, this was wet sticky snow, the kind that turns to mush on the road. Well, at least up in Galesburg.
So, I drove to Abingdon, roads aren't that bad, but I'm careful and yes, there were a couple of cars in the ditch, and I found that driving 35-40 was just peachy for me.
Got to Avon, still not bad, dropped off the stuff my son need to do laundry and headed out of town toward Little Swan Lake -- we live a mile north of there. By then, the snow was dryer, but the under stuff was still wet and slushy, but now there was blowing and drifting.
Now, understand, up until now, the roads were messy and snowy but otherwise, ok.
Then I drove out west of town.
Oh... my... friggin'... lord.
Absolutely no snowplows had touched these roads. None. And the only reason I made it home was because I stayed in the track of whomever had driven before me. If I had tried to stop and turn around, I would have been stuck. The snow in places was probably up past the bottom of the car door.
And so I drove. Slowly. But steadily. (see above) And finally made it to the turn on the east side of the lake. Which I made.
And then realized that our road comm. HADN'T BEEN OUT EITHER!!!
So, I drove down the hill and up the hill and halfway up the drive where the car said, yeah, we're done.
And I agreed. And I trudged to the house (snow halfway up to my knees in places!) and the husband is, if you had called, I would have told you to stay in town.
If *he* had called, I probably would have.
*edit* Oh yes, for a 35-40 min drive, it took me an hour and a half to get home. Wonderful.