Going to Brian's

Hello,

Even though we are home I want to tell about our trip to Brian’s for the weekend. We started off in good time in the morning with clear roads, cold surrounding our warm car, no snow in the air, and the sun shining.

Leroy had me drive first, out of some sense of chivalry that is he would be driving in the bigger city and letting me cruise through open country. He did sleep a good bit of the time. Heading north, I had noticed a significant increase in the amount of snow on the sides of the road. Also there was some packed ice under the overpasses.

After Leroy started driving we noticed increasing cloud cover, ice under all overpasses, and snow blowing across the road. After a while Leroy declared, “I think it is snowing and not just blowing snow. It seemed like minutes later we were enveloped in a cloud of snow that was so thick we lost sight of the vehicles ahead of us. It seemed that it was clearer across the median with cars lights visible from a greater distance.

We were both staring intently ahead. “Is that a car?” I wondered occasionally. Or “Do you see a truck ahead?”

Leroy has better vision then I do so it was a good thing that he was driving although he was tense as a board with a firm grip on the wheel. It was frightening to zoom up on a slower car and when following the semis the snow was swirling around with such abandon that we felt lost in our own world. I kept wanting to push the snow aside. I had heard on the radio that it was snowing more than an inch an hour with a brisk wind. In these conditions should one slow down, drive the speed limit, get off the road, or just cry and wail for help?

We were less than an hour from Brian’s house. He told us it was not snowing there. So we proceeded with caution, although quite a lot of speed as we were afraid someone might run into us, and hoped to be out of it soon.

Later we learned that there was a multicar pile up that closed the road for a couple hours. I am so thankful that we missed out on all of that excitement.

Paula