All of
yesterday was set aside to edit because I’m doing the last few changes to Screwing Up Alexandria. But then, the
weather looked suspicious. It was 9 am and snowflakes were in the air. Although
the news said the snow wouldn’t start until 1pm, I decided I didn’t want my
sons driving in the weather. (I have
seven years of New England driving experience, they don’t.)
So I drove.
It should have been a quick twenty minutes round trip. But the snow accumulated
quickly. Cars in the university parking lot were sliding. (And I decided that
the university officials were insane for not cancelling classes.)
On the drive
back home, I tried to get up a hill, but couldn’t get traction in the fine,
dense snow. I did a “controlled” slide backwards down a hill. Eventually, I
found a way around the hill.
The problem
was the university is on one side of a ridge; our home is on the other. And there
was no sand, salt, or slurry on the roads. My lightweight truck couldn’t make
it. I did yet another slide. This one into a curb. But I wasn’t alone. Four
wheel drive trucks and SUVs couldn’t make it up the icy incline.
My sons called
and said that the university finally cancelled classes. I told them to call Dad
because I was stuck. My husband got as close to the university as he could and
the boys hiked out. Then, they drove as close to where I was as they could,
parked, and hiked in.
Nothing is as
beautiful a sight coming over a snowy hill than my Prince Charming with his two
knights-in-shining armor. My shivering son Jacob offered me his gloves, which I
politely declined—I had snow boots and a parka and he was wearing a thin jacket.
They pushed my truck uphill (and rescued another stuck vehicle). We found a
parking lot, parked the car, hiked the ridge and got home, four hours later.
Then I made
decadent hot chocolate (recipe here), rested, and got back to editing—because that’s
what writers do.
On the agenda
for today, editing, hiking back to the cars, and making snow cream. (Recipe
here.)
Yeah, I know only a few inches. But without snow equipment, the roads get dangerous quickly. |
Editing with inspiration just out the window. |
Glad your adventure ended well! Carl and I were just talking this morning about how proper road equipment makes all the difference in the world. He told me the city of Atlanta has maybe three snowplows; the smallest town in New England or New York has more than that! When they can't clear and salt/sand the roads, even the most experienced northern driver is going to have trouble. Here's hoping life resumes normalcy soon for all you southern states!
ReplyDeleteThat's such a great story. SO glad you were okay and everyone got home safely. Glad you are surrounding by shining knights :)
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