By the time we got into TC for lunch yesterday, the snow had arrived. We – Tony, Jim, Jess and me – laughed and skipped (yes, literally) our way to Firefly for sushi (it’s half priced on Tuesday, in case you’re in the area and were unaware) followed by seriously good coffee. I know you’re surprised by that last part. Tony and I didn’t hang around like usual though, because with the fresh snow came fresh plans for skiing.
On the way home, we passed a cavalcade – 4 in a row!- of snowplows, lost sight of traffic lights, and watched the bay disappear into the storm. By the time we made it to our recently cleared road, it was completely buried. Were we worried? Nope. We have an intrepid GTI with snow tires.
But then we got to The Hill, half a mile from the house. We hit with some speed so we could make it, and then slowly coaxed the car up. Traction control screeched (it actually does this silently, but it sure seems like it’s yelling or at least using ALL CAPS) and we slowed, then stopped. It was clear we were going to have to walk.
Okay, that didn’t happen, but it almost did. The little GTI grunted its way up the hill, but even with tires spinning, we plowed our path to the house. I say “plowed,” because the little GTI has little ground clearance, and one of these days, that story will be true. When that happens, we will have to throw in the towel and trade up.
Since we barely made it home in the early afternoon, it was obviously a bad idea to head back out after work. Snow furiously poured down all afternoon and evening. Where we were “supposed” to get about 2 inches, we got closer to 12. We’re getting 3 to 6 more tonight, and more after that, and more after that. I say anxiously: I think we’re finally getting back to normal. 🙂