The car was packed, the baby was strapped and we headed off at 7:05am today. The dirt road that takes us 0.7 miles up to I-94 was glazed with ice. I figured if we could get to the express way we’d be golden. 30 + miles down the road proved me wrong. Maybe it was because we started off too early, not allowing holiday road crews to get out ahead of us. Or maybe it was the wind gusts of 30 to 40 miles per hour, or the stretches of thin ice, packed down by increasing traffic, not enough salt and lowering temperatures. Even at 45 mph, I could feel the car start to take on a mind of it’s own. A sort of wishy-washy, slippy-slidey feeling that deposited a pit in my stomach. The thought of easily sliding into a ditch taking my baby and wife with me, was the slap in the face I needed to turn our trip around. Severely bummed, hands already achey from white knuckling it for over an hour, we moved the compass eastbound.
So much for seeing the crew. Especially my sister and her family who haven’t met Mason. They will be L.A. bound in a day. The only saving grace is a mother who is very understanding of weather conditions and an upcoming 10 days off from work over Christmas. We will try to get down there again in a few weeks.
Weather permitting.
