So . . . a little road trip, we thought. We’ll take some of my mom’s furniture to the sons in Montana and get to spend Thanksgiving with them for the first time in years.
Good idea, yes?
We thought so. We still do. But it’s been an interesting trip.
We got fog and rain in Iowa and Minnesota. We got blowing and drifting snow – not to mention the stuff spilling out of the sky in South Dakota. We got some icy roads in Wyoming. And today, 25 miles from our goal, we got snowed in!
Fortunately we are sitting warm and dry in a motel, having just enjoyed a very good dinner. So we can’t complain. We discouraged sons from coming to get us, on the theory that them crossing the pass twice was slightly more risk than we felt they should take, though they assure us they do it all the time.
We don’t. And in a U-Haul we definitely don’t. Iowa can be like Montana snows. But Iowa doesn’t have mountains. We would have done the mountains in our car, but not in the U-Haul.
So here we are.
What? You can’t see us? I’m not surprised.
I thought we were invisible, too. Sometimes the road was. And every time one of the bats out of hell drove past us – of whom there were many – we couldn’t see a thing for all the snow they kicked up in their wake. Fortunately we had a sane local rancher in front of us who went sedately along and had his flashers on, so through the wake of snow, I could pick out his flashers as we drove.
Every day is an experience. I’m just hoping for a bit a sunshine tomorrow – and a healthy brace of snowplows to make the pass traversable. Wish us luck I want to see those grandkids!
ps: I told my editor she was NOT to hope for me to be snowed in so I would work on revisions. Fat lot of good it did me. But at least I’m keeping busy.
