Hello All,
Another update from the road. In our efforts to avoid or at least lessen the direct impact of the "Epic Storm" (according to newscasters in the SW), as Ben mentioned, we changed our travel plans. No longer are we visiting the beautiful mountains of Utah, the hot springs of Wyoming and the Sand Hill Cranes of Nebraska. Oh no, we thought the wiser choice would be to curtail our road trip and head back to Chicago via the seemingly safest route. Simple, right? Unfortunately the gods are playing a game of cards with our chances. Turns out sunny SW is a snow covered, wind blown despot of gray gray gray gray... I wish I could throw a noun after the grays, but truth be told, we can't see a darn thing past 50 feet. I think we're surrounded by mountains. The Bermuda Triangle? Trump Tower? Who knows?
As I write this, we are at a halt, sandwiched by two semis which have both turned off their engines. Ah, Texas, the glorious state of Big. Apparently the SW REALLY doesn't know what to do with this little natural phenommena called snow. Watching how the Department of Transportation reacts to snow is equivalent to how I think I'd react to an invasion of locusts, dinosaurs, Stephen King scenarios. After sitting in this standstill for 45 minutes, they have literally closed the interstate. What, you ask? Close the interstate? But where are people to go? To the oasis of Shell. Gas and ice cream are calling. Not necessarily in that order.
Addios for now.
Rebecca
