The snow. The snow, snow, snow, snow….It won’t stop falling. It started about 10 hours ago and we’ve got about 8 inches or more.
It’s 18 degrees. Flippin’ cold! I’m COLD!
We drove down to Carson City to get some shopping done. We hit Borders for some books, Michaels for some crafty stuff and then we went to Trader Joes to stock up on food, glorious FOOD!
As we headed back up the hill to get back to the lake, I got scared. It was blizzard like, as Karl informed me. It was freezing cold and the windshield was freezing up, so the windshield wipers were bending like they would break. Other cars were climbing up the hill, as well. We all went along at an ant’s pace.
It wasn’t so scary making the climb from Carson up to Spooner Summit. Granted, we could not see anything but snow, and white, but at least we weren’t sliding. As we started the descent down to the lake, we started sliding, just a little. The snow got heavier. The brake lights got closer. I think it’s fair to say that that sort of situation does not sit well with someone who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks. I felt such fear. I envisioned us sliding off the road, down the hill or into the lake. I did a quick mental inventory of what we had to keep warm with, and what we had to eat. Bottled water? Check. Lots of snacks? Check, (we’d just been to TJ’s, remember?). Blankets and extra coats? Check. We even had a full tank of gas. The mental inventory did calm me a little bit, but it was one of the worst rides of my life.
When we got home, Gracie stated, very matter of factly, “that was not fun”.
Amen sister. Amen.
I kind of felt like those people who get bad airplane rides. The ones who get off and kiss the ground.
I wanted to get out and kiss the ground when we got home. Alas, it was under about 8 inches of snow.
I settled for lots of kisses and hugs for my sweet, calm husband and my gorgeous girlie!
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow….
