Blizzard 2004

Dri­ving home on Wednes­day was the worst idea ever. It took me twen­ty-two hours to dri­ve from Cleve­land to Con­nersville. I was doing okay until I got just past Day­ton. Then I was stopped in my tracks on the Inter­state for 10 hours.

The con­di­tions were poor and dan­ger­ous, but at no time was I in any dan­ger. Every­one seemed to be dri­ving safe­ly and the roads were quite busy with folk head­ing home. I think my top speed the entire trip was around 45 miles per hour. My car was sealed in ice at one point and I helped a few peo­ple dig out of a rest area where a dum­b­ass semi dri­ver had attempt­ed to get through a ‘cars only’ area and, of course, got­ten stuck.

I kept plen­ty warm in the 10 hours I was in the car. I had plen­ty of gas and turned on the car when­ev­er I got chilly. There were thou­sands of peo­ple in the same boat as I was since Inter­state 70 was closed for a cou­ple of hun­dred miles. No one could move. Final­ly, around 11 yes­ter­day, the semi in front of me moved for­ward a tiny bit and I man­aged to get home 4 hours lat­er. Con­nersville got around 23″ of snow.

Mom is mak­ing blue­ber­ry muffins right now and my feet are warm.