I'm a little west of Prepster, and my area mostly missed the ice. Just a couple degrees can make a huge difference.
Reading this thread reminded me of an interesting story last season. My son was a freshman pitcher, and his team was traveling to play a game in Rome, GA. It was a Saturday afternoon game, and only about 3 1/2 hours from me, so I made the spur of the moment decision to head over there.
The trip took me from western North Carolina through the north Georgia mountains, usually a nice scenic drive. As I left the house, it began to lightly flurry snow, but I didn't think much about it. About an hour into the trip, I stopped for some fast-food breakfast, and the TVs in Mickey D's place were showing snow covered roads around the Atlanta area.
But it was still just a light dusting where I was. The roads along the route from the NC border over to I-75 in north Georgia are mostly 4-lane and in great shape, so I truly didn't expect any issues. I've never been an exceptionally bright guy, and I didn't even think twice about heading into the teeth of the approaching storm. :-)
The problem was, that my timing was exactly perfectly bad. The snow started really dumping. It was an unexpected storm, so there were no salt or scraper trucks out on the highways. The road was undulating, with multiple long uphill and downhill sections. Oh, and did I mention that I was driving my wife's little Buick 2wd SUV with half-bald highway tires...
I am fairly experienced in snow driving and think I'm able to handle most conditions, but it gets pretty interesting when you're sliding down every hill and spinning the tires struggling for traction going up the hills. Cars and trucks were dropping like flies all around me. I bet I saw 20 cars either in the ditches or stopped on the side of the road. And two tractor trailers jack-knifed going the opposite direction.
After struggling to just barely make it to the top of a hill, I pulled off the roadway into a gas station parking lot. The station was closed, but at least it gave me a relatively safe place to assess the situation. I sat there for several minutes watching the snow falling. The only traffic I saw was now off-road adventure capable 4wd rigs, and they were sometimes struggling. I was a couple miles from a little town in the direction I was headed. Behind me was 15 miles of nothing. The car was full of gas and I had an emergency backpack with food, water, blankets, etc..., but I really didn't want to hole up there and wait who knows how long for things to clear.
The road was still passable (barely), and I knew from past travels that there was really only one more hill before the next town. So - I slid my way out of the parking lot and back onto the highway. In that stretch of a couple miles, I passed several more cars in the ditches, and saw another tractor trailer sideways on the side of the road. Thankfully the traffic was sparse enough that I could keep up my momentum going up the hills, and I made it into the town. I spotted a Bates Motel at the first intersection, and gratefully slid into the parking lot, almost taking out a trash can on the way because they had an uphill entrance and I had to keep my speed up to get off the road.
So, I checked into a room, walked across the parking lot to a Food Lion to get some provisions, and hunkered down to wait it out. Fortunately they had internet and I had a phone charger, so I was able to pull up the video feed of my son's game. The players actually had to push snow off the field before they started. But it wasn't nearly the amount of snow as my location. There wound up being about a foot in just a couple hours. I heard on the news that there were about 400 wrecks and stranded cars reported in the county.
Next day, after the plows had done their thing, I made it back home with minimal drama. But I had a great story to tell about "spring" baseball in north Georgia...
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