We've accelerated our schedule, if not our pace, in order to be through the Chicago area before a major ice and snow storm arrives. Somehow our calculations failed to factor in a smaller but just as effective spate of freezing rain this morning. Ken had to cling to adjacent cars in order to make his way to our cars. He did manage to get to the cars, move them and de-ice them. Lucca and Marco did not fare much better on their walk; it's perilous trying to maintain one's canine position on three legs on glare ice.
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| Ken, Lucca and Marco seen through freezing rain. |
But the revised plan now has us spending nights in the Davenport, Iowa area (tonight), and then in Lincoln, Nebraska; Cheyenne, Wyoming; Salt Lake City, Utah; and finally Reno, Nevada, before arriving in San Francisco at midday on Christmas Day. No doubt our arrival will be much like the arrival at the the table of a flaming plum pudding. What were you thinking? Cooked goose?
I hope you're driving safely. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Still, Christmas in your new home seems fitting somehow. I'll be rooting for less formidable weather as you move west....
ReplyDeleteI don't envy you icy roads. We could barely get across Heath last night because of the mist. I drove and used the snow by the side of the road as a guide. Fortunately our road crew doesn't use the Colrain technique, which pushes the snow really far off the road - seducing people to land in a ditch as they keep the snow bank as a guide.
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