I woke up around my usual time Saturday morning, thought about trying to get another hour of sleep before hitting the road. The act of trying to make that decision was enough to get me fully awake, so I got up. I had finished getting everything packed the night before, so all I needed to do was shower and load up the toiletries in the suitcase and go. What a huge difference it was to load the car this time. One small carry on sized suitcase, the laptop backpack with assorted electronic distractions, and the car was loaded and I was ready to go.
First stop: the gas station for coffee and a Hostess apple pie. The GPS was set with a destination 2100 miles away, and for the first time, it refused to give a ETA. The iPod had 130 episodes of the Skeptoid podcast that I had found the day before, and I was rollin’.
I left West Virgina in the dark, and Maryland went by the same way. The sun came up, as much as it was able, in Pennsylvania. Not a whole lot to say about Pennsylvania, the countryside may have looked a lot nicer if the skies weren’t so grey. There was a nice tunnel that I think was the Allegheny Mountain tunnel or something that I liked, but I am about four years old and think tunnels are cool. Yes, I did in fact honk.
Ohio didn’t offer much either, and the only thing I can really remember from Indiana was the GM plant with an empty parking lot. It started to snow in Illinois, and I was starting to get tired. I was wondering if making it to Nebraska was going to possible before stopping for the night. After passing Chicago, the roads were starting to get bad. There was just enough snow sticking to the ground to kick up some filthy water on me windshield, but it was cold enough to freeze my washer fluid. I decided to stop for the night and make this a three day trip instead of two.
I woke up the next morning to a temperature of 11 below zero, with the wind howling to make a wind chill of 25-30 below. I went across the street to top off the gas tank and get coffee, and the pumps were so cold that it took twenty minutes to pump eight gallons. Once I got on the road, I started counting the cars that had run off the road and had to be abandoned. After a dozen in the first six miles, I quit counting, but I estimate I saw at least 50. The wind blew all day, hard enough that it dropped my gas mileage by almost ten miles per gallon. I made it to Cheyenne, Wyoming and stopped for the night.
I woke up really early, my sleep patterns were still stuck on Eastern time, and hit the road. The wind was still really bad, but that’s normal for that highway. The difference this time was the blowing snow across the highway. It wasn’t sticking, but there was so much of it that the road wasn’t visible at times. I got to the last major turn off to a 200 mile two lane highway through the middle of nowhere. About twenty miles up the road, snow started falling hard. This time, it was sticking. I was limited to about 40-50 mph. I was stuck behind a guy in a truck that was apparantly more nervous than I was, but he finally pulled over and I was able to see more than a couple of hundred feet. I drove cautiously, since the roads were getting slick, and ran parallel to a river. I finally made it to the last junction, where I could turn right and drive twenty five miles over a steep, windy mountain pass, or turn left and go 50 miles over a not quite as steep and windy mountain pass. I asked the clerk in the store what the pass was like, and I was told that chain law was in effect. This meant that the pass was closed unless you had chains on your tires. I went around the longer way, and got to the start of the other pass. There was a big sign there showing that road was also under chain law. Now I had another decision to make; either try the pass, or drive another 90 miles out of the way. The problem with that was that by the time I got around to the last remaining open road, it could be closed too. I risked the pass. It took forever, and I was a bit white knuckled the whole way. I made it to my parents house, and sat watching TV with my Dad for about an hour and a half. That was when we saw that all roads into the valley were now officially closed, even if you have chains. I Han barely made it. In another post, I will talk about the other blizzards that hit while I was visiting.