Twenty Seven Point Three
Every school district in all the land out here is closed today, and with good reason. Not only is it bitterly cold and windy outside, but we’ve been getting hit with constant flurries of snow since about 10PM last night.
It really made my drive in this morning, all 27.3 miles of it, a white-knuckle experience.
In order to get to work, I drive a highway that connects my small town with a slightly bigger one. This highway cuts through quite a bit of rural farmland on the way to my destination. As a result, for much of the drive you have barren fields on both sides of the road, and nothing growing in the median. This really exacerbates the blowing snow problem, and creates extremely poor visibility.
It was a legitimately scary drive in this morning. Less than a mile from my house I caught an icy patch on a curve and slid innocently into a snow bank. After promising myself that I’d take it a little more slowly and easily from that point, I got out of town and onto the highway. This, of course, is where all the jackasses in their big damn trucks felt that 55 MPH in these conditions was just a little too slow, and took it upon themselves to pass those of us who were intent on making it to our destination alive this morning. It was a problem because it was impossible to see where the lanes on the highway were, and the F150s and Silverados of the road were making that decision for the rest of us today, apparently.
We’re supposed to get another two to four inches today, but it promises to just be that light, blowing snow instead of the thick and chunky stuff.
I’m really not looking forward to my drive home.