Well, we drove to Colorado in spite of weather and warnings from friends. We started out a little after noon on Wednesday, December 23rd. It was snowing a little but not much.
The highway was a solid patch of ice and the wind blew in big puffs that shook the car. We sped along at 40 miles an hour and, when I was driving, my stomach was in a knot.
We saw many cars and semis off the road. Twin paths in the snow marked where they had left the pavement. Some were on their sides, some were on their tops, some were right side up but not looking too good. We just kept slowing moving along.
At times I had to wiggle my fingers to get the circulation back in them from gripping the steering wheel so tight. We listened to a book on tape and talked. We stopped often to stretch our weary legs and backs.
When we crossed into Colorado, it really started to snow. Big beautiful, white flakes. Would have been prettier if we were at our destination. We commented on how lovely the scenery was with the snow on it. But by this time it was dark and the snow streaming toward the headlights like a tunnel was almost hypnotising.
A normal 8 hour drive took 11 hours. We arrived at my sister's at 11:30pm CST to 8 to 10 inches of fresh snow. Too tired to sleep but so relieved that we had made it.
It was a wonderful Christmas and worth the trip but I think next year we'll stay home.