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...but that didn't take Minnesnowta out of the girl. You wanna go someplace? It's snowing? So what? It's snowing rather a lot? So what? You wanna go; you go. You don't do anything stupid. You assess the situation. You opt for the route where it's snowing, rather than the route where the sleet is falling. You note that none of the areas you're driving through are expected to get more than a foot of snow. You drive carefully. But you go. 'Cause, y'know, it really is possible to drive on and through snow.
Which is how it came to be that at three o'clock Friday afternoon, I set a new record for difficulty in getting up my driveway. It took four tries -- up until the car stopped, back down to the bottom (I hate driving in reverse, especially on a curve), then up again, first to the same spot, back to the bottom, then up a bit farther before another reverse down the hill. Finally! All the way to the top of the drive and the snow-covered road.
I must really want to go to Lunacon.
At the end of the first hour, I was near Buckland Hills Shopping Center in Windsor, CT. That 30 miles is usually a half-hour drive. Half of it is on back country roads, the second half on the interstate. Today that second half was something masquerading as an interstate. ( More 4-part harmony on the slow, slow trip )
When I set out from Toad Woods, I knew the odds were that I'd only make it as far as Fanhihall on Friday, that the Lunacon part of the weekend would most likely be a Saturday and perhaps Sunday affair. I gave some thought to turning back between hours 1 and 2, but knew it would take even longer to get back home thanks to the 3-mile-long parking lot that was I-91 Northbound at that point. I just kept driving.
Would I have come at all if I'd known it was going to turn into a 5-5.5 hour trip? Hmmm....probably. Driving down Saturday morning was an option, but the odds of getting to the hotel in time for Donato's 11am Hand Job (a live painting demo) would have been iffy at best. I'm here for the art, for what I remember of the art show three years ago, and how much that blew me away. It will be good to see some people, too.
I kept an eye on hotels along the way, and also on my own sense of where I was in terms of driving comfort. While it was far from my favorite road trip, I've been on far, far worse. I knew I wasn't immune to ending up in a ditch myself, but the drive didn't feel all that dangerous. Just long. It felt very, very long. Oh. That's no doubt because it was.
The rest of the evening was full of comfort: Joe's homemade potato soup and broiled lamb chops, accompanied by hours of excellent conversation. That rocked.
Sleep now. Up in a few hours. Onward. And All That Jazz....
Which is how it came to be that at three o'clock Friday afternoon, I set a new record for difficulty in getting up my driveway. It took four tries -- up until the car stopped, back down to the bottom (I hate driving in reverse, especially on a curve), then up again, first to the same spot, back to the bottom, then up a bit farther before another reverse down the hill. Finally! All the way to the top of the drive and the snow-covered road.
I must really want to go to Lunacon.
At the end of the first hour, I was near Buckland Hills Shopping Center in Windsor, CT. That 30 miles is usually a half-hour drive. Half of it is on back country roads, the second half on the interstate. Today that second half was something masquerading as an interstate. ( More 4-part harmony on the slow, slow trip )
When I set out from Toad Woods, I knew the odds were that I'd only make it as far as Fanhihall on Friday, that the Lunacon part of the weekend would most likely be a Saturday and perhaps Sunday affair. I gave some thought to turning back between hours 1 and 2, but knew it would take even longer to get back home thanks to the 3-mile-long parking lot that was I-91 Northbound at that point. I just kept driving.
Would I have come at all if I'd known it was going to turn into a 5-5.5 hour trip? Hmmm....probably. Driving down Saturday morning was an option, but the odds of getting to the hotel in time for Donato's 11am Hand Job (a live painting demo) would have been iffy at best. I'm here for the art, for what I remember of the art show three years ago, and how much that blew me away. It will be good to see some people, too.
I kept an eye on hotels along the way, and also on my own sense of where I was in terms of driving comfort. While it was far from my favorite road trip, I've been on far, far worse. I knew I wasn't immune to ending up in a ditch myself, but the drive didn't feel all that dangerous. Just long. It felt very, very long. Oh. That's no doubt because it was.
The rest of the evening was full of comfort: Joe's homemade potato soup and broiled lamb chops, accompanied by hours of excellent conversation. That rocked.
Sleep now. Up in a few hours. Onward. And All That Jazz....
