Thanks to John, we lived through a harrowing drive from Durham to Boone. For the first three quarters of the drive, rain pummeled the windshield and provided a few moments of scary road sliding. As usual, the crazies came out around Burlington and tried to bump us off the road in their zeal to drive at least 20 mph over the speed limit (perhaps they were just thinking about the snow on the way). But the really interesting part of the trip occurred as we started up the mountains. The "wintry mix" had started just before Wilkesboro, but the weather switched dramatically and suddenly, this was John's visibility:
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| visibility 421 |
Kitty and I were very quiet but probably her little paws were sweaty and my hand gripped the door. Cars started careening around--and by the time we got to the cross of the Blue Ridge Parkway, all the 2 wheel drive vehicles were doing their best to slide into us, be abandoned either in the middle of the highway or already in a ditch. We slowly inched along. Even downtown Boone was a mess, but lots of students were out jumping around, beer in hand.
We made it up to the switchback, walked the rest of the way. and quickly poured bourbon and gin. By the time we got to the house, we had about 5 inches of snow, in some areas, drifts over a foot.
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| Porch on Arrival |
The snow on our side stopped shortly after our arrival, but we awoke to a winter wonderland.
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| 3 Peaks in the am |
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| Cabin in the hills of Caroline (a) |
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| Blue Spruce |
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| Side of our house |
So, cheers to John for his great driving, and for our fabulous view for reminding us of how much we love our little neighborhood!
