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We Are Still Alive
Jan. 30th, 2008 01:40 am
And we almost made it home. No damage, all safe and sound, and (for the moment, if the power doesn't go out) warm at the Day's Inn in Grayling, about 30 miles short of home.
It was a hell of a day, and I use the word "hell" advisedly. Northworst discovered about five minutes before boarding that the Airbus A319 had a nail in a tire. After a ten minute wait for information, which must have been ten Microsoft Minutes, because it lasted an hour, they announced that the plane would go on when the tire was replaced, four hours late.
Which is really annoying, because if we'd gotten out on time we'd have gotten home before the snow started.
You see, Minneapolis had eleven below and snow, while Detroit had 46 and downpour-level rain. The cold was moving east. We got to West Branch before things started to go to pieces. By the time we hit Roscommon I should have stopped. By the time I hit the exit with the truck stop, four miles south of where we are now, I knew that going on was idiotic. Forget traction, I was staying on the freeway only because the rumble strips told me before I wandered off too far. Visibility really was that bad, as Teph is my witness. So bad in fact that I was past that exit before I saw it, and had to continue onward. Next was a rest area, where I should have stopped, but that would be blasted cold by morning. Grayling was two miles on. Windshield wipers icing up, emergency flashers going, we dragged in here at 1;30.
I'd be asleep, or trying, except for the coffee and adrenaline.
I'm going to bed now.
It was a hell of a day, and I use the word "hell" advisedly. Northworst discovered about five minutes before boarding that the Airbus A319 had a nail in a tire. After a ten minute wait for information, which must have been ten Microsoft Minutes, because it lasted an hour, they announced that the plane would go on when the tire was replaced, four hours late.
Which is really annoying, because if we'd gotten out on time we'd have gotten home before the snow started.
You see, Minneapolis had eleven below and snow, while Detroit had 46 and downpour-level rain. The cold was moving east. We got to West Branch before things started to go to pieces. By the time we hit Roscommon I should have stopped. By the time I hit the exit with the truck stop, four miles south of where we are now, I knew that going on was idiotic. Forget traction, I was staying on the freeway only because the rumble strips told me before I wandered off too far. Visibility really was that bad, as Teph is my witness. So bad in fact that I was past that exit before I saw it, and had to continue onward. Next was a rest area, where I should have stopped, but that would be blasted cold by morning. Grayling was two miles on. Windshield wipers icing up, emergency flashers going, we dragged in here at 1;30.
I'd be asleep, or trying, except for the coffee and adrenaline.
I'm going to bed now.
