I was trying to get to work on Friday, however, the snow had other plans.
As I left my house, the streets were wet and visibility was great. As I drove through the valley toward Carson, visibility was not that great. It was snowing like crazy and I figured trying to get to the lake was going to be ugly. I called the boss that lives up there, unfortunately, he didn’t answer.
I got into the turn lane going to the lake and I apprehensively looked toward the mountain. I started up the mountain wondering if I should continue. Pushing down the fear, I made Red trudge up the mountain.
Halfway up, it was clear I should go back home. So thinking I would take the ONLY exit to turn around and go back down the mountain, I did. The road wasn’t too bad, however, the on ramp back to the highway wasn’t plowed, so I completely missed it. Silly me, kept going down this canyon road plowing through the snow with little red. I ended up at a dead end and had to turn around to go back the way I came.
That was not an easy feat as the snow was quite a bit higher than the clearance of the car. As I was plowing through the snow, the front of the car kicked up all the snow onto the windshield. I was so happy that the snow was powdery, otherwise I would have gotten stuck. Of course, I was praying, more like pleading, all the way.
I finally made it back to the off ramp I had turned off on and headed back up the mountain. Yes, I was going up the wrong way on the off ramp. By the time I reached the summit, my boss called and said it was a bad day to come up as he already had 2 feet of snow at his house. HAH, I was so happy to hear that! I turned around at the summit and made my way back home … slowly!
I got home around 9:15am and was so ready for a drink! LOL … no, I didn’t have one … even though I was having quite a debate with myself as to why I should -vs- why I shouldn’t!