I woke up to the sound of a news helicopter hovering over our house. Probably filming whatever messy accident is on Capital Boulevard, one mile away, right now. The sound worked its way into my dream, though.
I feel totally lucky to get home in only 3:15. There was not one single accident in front of me the whole way. If there was, I’d have been pushed back another hour or more.
Before leaving work I weighed my options. Do I take the main roads, which were bound to be in better shape? Or, do I take the backroads, which were surely icier but free of traffic (and thus idiots)? I decided to take my chances with the backroads, putting more faith in my driving abilities than the city’s salting abilities. Turns out it was the right call.
The most unbelievable thing I saw as I sledded through some Raleigh neighborhoods was the people leaving their homes. I stared in disbelief as totally clueless people backed up their icy driveways and into the traffic stalled in front of their homes. Are people really this dumb?
Looking out the window of my home, I see a lot of the cars that usually line my street are not there. Lights in homes that are usually on are not on. I really hope that people made it home last night. Spending the night in school, or with your car in a ditch, would be brutal.
Some people had to pick up their children from schools and had no choice but to leave their homes
Good point. I wouldn’t want to leave my kids waiting.
It sounded like most of the kids were enjoying their little school sleepover. Might have been traumatic for the young ones, though.
As for us, Trey made the 11 miles home in just under 13 hours.
Ouch! That’s the longest trip I’ve heard yet.